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I So I took my kid to Disney world, like you do. My wife and I saved up all year and we planned and booked everything in advance and we were going to have an amazing time! My son, Peter, is 7 years old, so he's the perfect age - just on the cusp - too young to be cynical but big enough to go on most of the rides. He totally buys into all the magic too. He has met the literal embodiment of Anna and Elsa, Cinderella and company. They love him too - cute little blonde kid starring up rapturously - who wouldn't! The second day of our trip was a little cooler in the Florida way of measuring these things, so we were in jeans and t-shirts. My wife had booked out fast-passes months before. First up was Enchanted Tales with Belle. Boy is that the cutest thing ever! We all got taken into a room and with a group of about 8 other families. At first we're all in Maurice's workshop, but then with a little Disney magic, the mirror transforms into a doorway, and we're all in Beast's castle. We're then informed by a giant talking wardrobe that we'll be putting on a play for Belle about the 'night that Belle and Beast fell in love.' The kids all get assigned parts - my kid played Maurice, main job: shiver behind bars. They asked for volunteers from the dads to play knights. I looked down, desperately avoiding eye contact. I've never been the volunteering type when it comes to these kind of things. My son comes running over to me and says "Dad, put your hand up!" I hate to disappoint, so I buried my stage fright and put my hand up. The Disney employee (cast-member to the initiate) sees this go down so of course, I'm picked. Anyhow, it's not too bad. I'm given a cardboard cutout of a knight's helmet and told to stand in the corner. Not a speaking part. Though I would apparently be required to march at one point. Lumiere dimmed the lights and in walks Belle. She is radiant. She looks like she was plucked right out of the movie. She glides across the floor and I'm struck by how perfect for the part she is. Where do they find these girls? I stood there, somewhat transfixed by her. For a moment, my cynicism fades and I, too believe that we're here in the presence of the literal, actual Belle from the movie. Soon enough, the little play is over (Peter rocked his part as Maurice, thank you very much), and it's time for a little photo op. All the kids walk up and have their pictures taken. Finally its' just me left on stage and I go for my picture. I stammered something incoherent and Belle graciously smiles and takes my arm for our picture. "Can I scan your magic band for the picture?" the photographer said, snapping me out of my reverie. "Oh, sure!" I held out my arm. I swear he gave me a little look there, but I must have imagined it. At least that's what I told myself at the time. I regained my composure quickly as we were ushered out back into the real world. It's starting to rain a little but we're not worried about it. It's Disney! Just throw on a poncho and be on your way! Next on the agenda is Peter Pan's Flight. We made our way over to Fantasy land. Not for the first time, I was glad of all my wife's planning, as we walked by the 90 minute line-up to the fast pass queue where we could walk on to the ride. I noticed as I was walking on the ride that as soon as I scanned my magic band to use the fast pass, my name came up on a little screen at the entrance. I'm a programmer by trade, so I love looking at all these little details. "I wanna ride with mummy!" Peter said. "Sure buddy! Have a great ride." My wife and son got onto the car in front of me. I walked on the conveyer belt to the next car. Just as my car was about to go inside, the attendant comes over to me saying "No need to push down that bar, sir! Let me just use a little of my pixie dust here." And he took a pinch of some glitter and scattered it in front of me. Great, I thought, now I'll be picking glitter out of my clothes for the next week. The ride was fine but about halfway through, I started feeling a little dizzy. Normally, I don't get bothered by motion sickness and it's not like I was on a roller coaster or anything. I didn't think too much of it at the time and pushed through. When I got off the ride, Peter was agitating for Space Mountain. My wife said that even though we didn't have a fast pass, the wait times weren't too long. I told them I was feeling a little off my game and maybe I'd sit this one out. So, they went on ahead and I took a seat by a kiosk. My dizziness had gotten a bit worse, so I sat down and tried to level out a bit. I didn't think I was coming down with anything, but I was starting to feel a little nauseous. I started cataloguing all the things I'd eaten over the last couple days when a man I blearily recognized as the photographer from Belle's cottage sat down next to me and said in a low voice, "For what it's worth, it goes a lot better for you if you don't fight it." I was about to ask what he meant when I turned and saw my wife and kid coming up the other direction. I turned back to the man and saw he was gone. My son bounced up to telling me I had to go ride Space Mountain with him. I heard my voice say, "Guys, I'm not feeling too well I think I'm going back to the room to lie down for a while." My wife looked at me with concern etched on her face. "You going to be ok?" she put her hand on my forehead. "You feel a little warm." "Yeah, I just need to lie down for a while." I walked away, and that was the last time they saw me. II "You're probably wondering why you can't move." I could hear a woman's voice behind my head. My eyes were closed and I couldn't seem to open them. She was right, none of my muscles would respond to my wishes. I had sensation, so I wasn't paralyzed but even though I could feel no restraints I couldn't even move my head. I felt, intellectually, that I should be panicking, but I couldn't seem to do that either. "The dizziness and nausea you were experiencing earlier was from the nanites propagating in your system." She continued, "Currently there are several million of them floating around in your bloodstream, they're now building the neural lace in your pre-frontal and motor cortices as well as your adrenal and pineal glands. My colleagues don't believe this is necessary information for you, "she said pointedly, "Since your knowledge of what is going on won't alter your fate. It's my belief however, that the confusion, you are doubtless experiencing, slows the process. I like to keep my recruits in the loop, as it were. You may open your eyes." My eyes flew open, before I even had a chance to think about it. "Excellent! Voice control is initiated already! I think you are going to be a very successful candidate." I could see now that the room I was in was smallish. There was a soft lighting and the air was a little cool. I was also suddenly aware that I had no clothes on standing on a circular pad about 3 feet in diameter. The woman in front of me was wearing a professional looking suit. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. "Now that your neural lace is completed, the nanites will continue to populate your system. You're familiar with the concept of exponential growth I assume?" She asked. Not waiting for an answer, she said "the nano-population should double every few minutes until we reach saturation. While we wait for that, let's try a little macro shall we?" She reached over to a tablet on the desk behind her and pressed a button. Without thinking about it, I stood up and went over to the phone on her desk. I dialed my wife's phone number. It went straight to voice mail. "Hi honey! Sorry I bailed on you guys at the park today. I don't know what happened there." I heard my self say, "Anyways, I'm feeling much better. I just got a message from the office there's a huge fire I need to put out, so I'm going to have to head home early. Please don't hate me!" My voice sounded totally normal. I would have believed it myself, if not for the fact that I had no idea where it came from. I put the phone down and went back to the pad. "Very good, indeed!" she said. "Alright then, let's check on your status." She referred back to her tablet "It looks like we've reached 90% saturation. OK we can begin." She told me to stand in a device that looked a little like an airport metal detector. I could see myself reflected in what looked like a two- way mirror. She looked upwards at the mirror and nodded. I had a sensation of static electricity, making my body hair stand on end. I noticed it was growing fainter. My arm hair was thinning and becoming lighter. My chest and leg hair even more so. She watched me making approving noises as she checked back on her tablet. "At this point there are billions of nanites in your body. We now have control of you at the cellular level." My legs and chest were now completely smooth and my arms had just wispy blonde hairs on them. I felt a tickle on my forehead and at the back of my neck as my hair grew out in front of my eyes. The back kept on growing to about the mid-point of my back and then stopped. I noticed that my pubic hair had also gotten lighter and curled more tightly and seemed to shrink. She checked her tablet, "instruction set 1 complete. Initiate skeletal remap" It looked as though everything in the room got slightly larger. I felt as though my body was being pulled downwards from the inside. Where before, I was eye to eye with my captor, I could see that she now stood a couple inches taller than me. "Height set to 5 foot seven inches. Continue phase 2" With that, I felt as though my hips were pulled outwards and my shoulders downwards. My center of balance felt totally different too. I'm sure that if I could have moved at that point, I would have fallen straight over. At the same time, I could feel my toes sliding on the floor as my feet shrunk a good two inches in length. My hands started to shrink at the same time, my fingers getting more slender. That daintiness traveled up my arms like a wave, first my hands then wrists then the rest of my arms growing more delicate. Suddenly, I could feel a stretching sensation in my chest. At first my nipples grew larger, then over the course of the next few minutes, I felt my breasts swell. I could see in the mirror that they looked firm and about the size of medium-sized apples. Again, I felt my center of gravity shift slightly forward. "Well, you won't be needing these anymore," she said as she pressed another button. I watched as I felt what I can only describe as a reverse erection. My dick got smaller and smaller and retreated into my scrotum. Then my balls followed suit and pulled themselves up into my groin. Finally, I could see only a small lump of flesh where they had been. At the same time, I felt a moisture between my legs and a slit opened up there. I could feel new sensations inside the walls of my vagina, for the first time feeling an inside part of my self. It tingled for a few minutes while I suppose the rest of my insides reorganized themselves. "Now for the final phase: facial reconstruction" Up until now, my face had remained largely the same. My beard had gone with the rest of my body hair, but the face was the same one I'd worn for years and years. Now, my forehead pushed back under my bangs. I saw my lips plump up a little and my nose get smaller. My cheek bones went higher and my neck got thinner. My jaw became more delicate and the last of my Adam's apple faded away. For the first time in my life, I didn't recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. I heard a man's voice from behind the mirror. "Excellent work, Leannan" and the woman allowed herself the faintest of smiles. III "Let's get you into wardrobe then," Leannan said, "Come with me" I felt my legs move to follow her. It seems I was along for the ride. I walked behind her, my legs moved in a different gait than I was used to, but completely naturally as though I'd been doing it all my life. We walked out the door and down a rather industrial corridor. "In all my research," she said, "I've been unable to overwrite the basic personality of my recruits. The neocortex seems to resist the nanomatronic technology. The best I can do, for the moment, is to control movement, speech and glandular responses. I will tell you that while it may seem as though resistance is possible, in our experience, that will only increase your cognitive dissonance. You will be far better off to 'go with the flow' as it were. It's not like you can change the outcome in any case. Ah, here we are." She led me into another softly lit room. This one had a vanity mirror and a very large closet - plainly a dressing room. There was large mirror propped against one wall with a small bed next to it. She had lead me to the over to a chest of drawers so I wasn't facing the mirror, but I could catch my reflection in my peripheral vision. Leannan hadn't given me leave to turn my head, but I could see a naked young woman out of the corner of my eye. Somehow, I still wasn't accepting this as me, even though I was standing right there, feeling the cool air on my breasts. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of lacy, white panties. "Put these on," she ordered. Again, without thinking, I moved to comply. She handed me a pair of white pantyhose and directed me to put them on as well. I slid the panties and hose on as if I had been doing it for years. "Voice activated subroutines," she said smugly, "I'm particularly proud of those. Since your motor cortex and nervous system are controlled by the nanites, I can program subroutines with complex motions. It's much faster than the training we used to require. Put on your crinoline and petticoat." I walked over to the closet and found a large white crinoline hanging on the side. I grabbed it and expertly stepped into the middle, pulled it up and buttoned it around my waist. Next, I pulled on the petticoats that had been hanging next to it. They brushed against my smooth legs in a way that was at once totally unfamiliar and yet pleasant. Through all of this I felt strangely calm. Intellectually, I thought I should be terrified, but I only felt peaceful and relaxed. Leannan smiled a curt professional smile when she saw I had completed my directive. "Come sit at the vanity to do your hair and makeup." I walked over, internally marveling at how gracefully I seemed to be moving and sat in front of the mirror. I started with a cream coloured foundation and powdered my already smooth face. Next I selected a pale blue eyeshadow. My lashes already seemed quite long, but my hands grabbed some mascara and applied it gently. For once I was glad I wasn't steering the ship. My old self would have poked my eye out by now. Next came a shimmery pink lip gloss and at last my hands seemed satisfied with my face and moved on to my hair. I gathered my hair into a ponytail and wound it on top of my head, first securing it with a couple clips. Then I took a blue headband from the table placed it behind my ears. When I was finished, I stood up and saw Leannan holding a blue gown. She held it out for me and I slid it over my head. The many layers of silk and satin slipped over the crinoline and the bodice slipped right into place. Leannan behind me pulled on the ribbon laces of my bodice and I could feel my waist being pulled in and my breast cupped in satin. She tied it fairly tightly at the top, though it wasn't uncomfortable. It was as though the dress was made for me. Part of me wryly reflected that in fact I had been made for the dress. She handed me a pair of sparkling earrings, which I placed in the piercings that I hadn't known were there. Then she came up behind me and fastened a back choker around my neck. Then, she gave me a pair of pale blue, satin opera gloves which slid smoothly up to my elbows. I slipped into a pair of clear shoes with about a 2 inch heel. She turned me toward the mirror to admire her handiwork. "Well, ain't I a regular Fairy Godmother," she chuckled to herself. Holy shit, I was Cinderella. IV The next few days were something of a blur. In the mornings I would host a breakfast at 'my' castle where families would line up to have their picture taken with me. My face stayed in a perfect smile at all times. I signed hundreds of autographs a day, each in perfect and flowing script that I never would have been capable of before. Little girls would come up to me in their little princess dresses, fresh out of the 'bibbidi bobbidi boutique,' with their tiaras and sparkles. Some would want to hear about what the mice were up to, some wanted to know where the prince was. I always had the perfect answer. My new, soft voice would come out of my mouth with exactly the right thing to say. Leannan called it 'earning my keep.' Apparently her little recruitment strategy, while effective was not inexpensive. After breakfast, there was a show in front of the castle. I would sing a few lines of a song and do some dancing. As a detached observer, I sometimes marveled at how well Leannan had programmed my motor controls. In my former life, I'd had some programming experience - nothing on the level of what Leannan and her colleagues were doing - but enough to be impressed with the level of sophistication. Whether dancing, or singing or asking a little girl what her dog's name was, the nanites never missed a beat. I didn't know if any of the other performers in the show were more of Leannan's creations or if I was the only one. Once the show was over, I was taken down through a trap door to the endless tunnels under the Magic Kingdom. The cast members called them the utilidors. I walked a short distance to the Princess Fairytale Hall exit and emerged into another greeting room where kids would line up for often more than an hour to see me. I had a handler - a cast member who was always with me, ushering me to one location or another. The cast member was evidently aware of my circumstances for he made ample use of my various macros. When an interaction was taking slightly too long, tap his smart phone and I would find myself saying my farewells to the family that I'd been speaking to. He might say something like "Your highness, your subjects need you at the castle." and I would start walking toward the secret exit that would take me back to the utilidors without a thought. After a full day of meet and greets, it was then time for the parade. I would go into this clear bubble-like carriage with my 'Prince Charming' and we would be pulled down Main Street. My prince never said anything to me, but spent most of the time waiving to the crowds of people that lined the parade route. I would wave and blow kisses at everyone. Occasionally, we would lean in conspiratorially and sometimes even kiss chastely on the cheek, but we never said a word to each other. I was pretty sure he was just like me and controlled by nanites. Finally, after the parade wound its way down to the bottom of Main Street. My carriage would come to a halt behind the fire house and my handler would open the door on my side saying "Greetings your highness, it's time to retire to your quarters" and I would go down to the same dressing room I'd started in, remove my gown and make-up, and have a light meal of some tofu and a salad. Then, after a quick shower, it was time for my 'cognitive training.' I never understood the point of this really since I wasn't able to speak or act independently in any way, but Leannan seemed to think it was important that I lived and breathed the roll. I lie down on my bed and placed a helmet over my head. It was one of those VR helmets so I could hear and see nothing but what I was shown. Which was the movie Cinderella. Every day. I can't even say that I didn't enjoy it. Leannan had tweaked something within my glandular system so my system was flooded with endorphins from the point the movie started to the time it was over. Particularly, whenever the prince was on screen I would feel a rush of pleasure and an overpowering wave of emotion. I looked forward to the scene where I would dance with my prince most every night - it became the thing I lived for. When the movie was over, I always felt very sleepy and fell asleep with the VR helmet on. I sometimes heard little sounds as I was drifting off but I couldn't resist the urge to sleep. In the morning, I would wake up, take the helmet off, do my hair and makeup and get dressed in my gown. It was always freshly clean and laid out in exactly the same place. On the third day of this routine, I was in the Princess Fairy Tale Hall doing my meet and greets when I saw the thing I dreaded. My son, Peter, and my wife were next in line. V I wanted to cry out to them. I struggled even though I knew it was in vain. Of course, nothing was even remotely visible from the outside. It occurred to me that, even if I was able to break through, how could I ever convince my family that I was their husband and father? At best, it would be some sort of strange joke that Cinderella was trying to play. At worst, I'd be some crazy lady trying to scare my wife's child. My son came up to me looking somewhat star-struck. By the look of things he'd been waiting for almost an hour to see me. He held out his autograph book to me and said "Can you sign my book?" "I would be ever so honored, young prince!" the words tumbled out, "are you having a magical time?" "We have to leave tomorrow," he said, "I'm kinda sad, but I'm looking forward to seeing my dad." "Where is the king?" "He had to go home early for some work thing." I could see how much my absence was hurting him and it made my heart ache. We'd been planning this trip for months - making bets on how many times we could get Mummy to ride Space Mountain. I could see my wife was putting on a good face, but she looked tired underneath. "I know kings can have a lot to do to make sure the Kingdom stays safe and happy!" I cooed, "My father, often had to travel to distant lands to keep us safe." This seemed to perk him up a little. I'll say this for whoever wrote the dialogue programming, it always came up with exactly the right thing to say to a kid. He gave me a hug, and we posed for a picture. My wife gave the photographer her magic band for the picture and off they went. My smile never slipped for a second, but inside my heart was breaking. *** "Hey, you notice anything funny with your nanomatronics today?" my handler was speaking to his another handler. Rapunzel and I were walking back along the utilidors to our quarters. "No, nothing unusual. I mean, what could happen? As far as I know they're pretty much locked down." "Yeah, I know. I was just getting some strange reads on the telemetry data during one of the meetups. I swear I saw a spike there, just for a second." "Really? Well maybe it was just a network glitch. You know how Lilo can be." 'Lilo' was what all the cast members called the IT network in the parks. The joke being that it can be mischievous and downright capricious at times - Stitch probably would have been a better nickname. "Yeah, you're probably right," he sounded dubious "Still, I should probably get her checked out. They got that big thing in a few weeks. That would be a rough time for shit to go sideways." "No doubt! Murphy's Law right? Want me to get a tech for you, this one's going right to bed" "Naw, I got it. Thanks though." My handler took me to a room that had one of those metal detector looking things in it with a row of computer screens next to it. I was told to remove all my cloths and step in the bay. As I did so, began a diagnostic routine on one of the console and the screen closest to me started spewing out lines of code. To my shock, I actually understood some of what was coming on the screen. They had done most of the programming in java by the look of things, which was my specialty. I'd never worked on anything nearly as complicated as what was scrolling before me, but I could recognize the basic structures they had used and even parse out a bit of the logic. My handler shook his head and sighed. He turned to me and said, "Well, I guess Eric was right. Just Lilo acting up. Your highness, it's time to retire to your quarters." VI One evening, about three weeks later, after my meal, my handler came into my room. "No movies tonight, your highness," he said with a smirk, "you have a date." He pointed to a cocktail dress that looked similar to my usual gown, albeit much shorter and without the petticoats. "Get dressed, you have 20 minutes." In exactly 20 minutes I had fixed my hair and makeup and put on the short, satin dress. My pantyhose were black thigh-highs with a garter that would have completely flummoxed the old me. I stood waiting for my next directive. My handler eyed me appraisingly for a moment then shook his head and said "alright, let's go." He led me down the utilidor just past where I would normally surface for the restaurant in the castle. This time we went just a little further to an elevator. When the elevator doors opened we were in a restaurant I'd never seen before. My handler told me to go over to the stage and stand next to Belle. The room had that kind of understated poshness that said "we're so rich we don't even need to show off how rich we are." There were about a dozen tables - a couple with older gentlemen wearing impeccable ties, there were a couple of Silicon Valley looking types in expensive looking jeans. I saw Leannan at a table near the front. On stage with me were Belle, Rapunzel, Prince Phillip, Jasmine, and Prince Charming. Each of us were dressed in outfits that were flashier versions of what we wore every day. Leannan walked up to the podium next to us and clinked a spoon to her wine glass. "Ladies, and Gentlemen, thank you for joining us this evening at Club 33," she said. There was a smattering of polite applause. "I know you all have busy schedules but I'm glad that you were able to make time for us tonight. I think when you understand the possibilities of what I am about to show you, you'll be glad that you did. Allow me to introduce to you the next wave in entertainers here at Disney World, the nanomatronics. These are living breathing human beings that are completely nanotechnology driven using cutting edge AI software. They never break character, they never stop smiling, they always say exactly the correct thing to the children and best of all they work for free." I could see that the Silicon Valley guys were paying closer attention now. "No doubt you're wondering how far we can go with these techniques. Our nanotechnology has remolded their bodies completely from the ground up - their own mothers wouldn't recognize them. Their motor, speech, nervous and glandular systems are also completely controlled on a cellular level. Basically there's nothing we can't do. How about a demonstration: Execute macro pattern 7b" Without losing my smile, I turned to Prince Charming on my left. My hands went to his pants, where I pulled out his zipper and took his cock in my satin gloved hands. I bent down and put my lips around the head of his penis and stayed there perfectly still. At the same time, I felt someone pull my panties down around my ankles and I felt a large cock slide into my vagina while a hand cupped my breast. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Phillip had twisted over to his side and had put his face into Jasmines crotch. It seemed as though we were all positioned to be giving and receiving at the same time, though none of us moved. "As I said before, we maintain complete control over every aspect of their existence. They would happily stay in this position for as long as we wish. I am currently flooding their bodies with endorphins and dopamine so they are calm, happy and relaxed. Don't they make a wonderful centerpiece everybody?" There was some more enthusiastic applause this time. Dinner was served. The waiters brought out plate after plate of wonderfully smelling food. My fellow nanomatronics and I all stayed exactly where we were. For my part, I felt just as she said. I was happy and relaxed. I had a nice big cock in my mouth and another up my cunt. I remained exactly where I was until after the desert plates were taken away, and would have happily continued there as long as I was directed. Neither penis grew flaccid. Both princes stayed perfectly still and erect for the entire meal. Finally when all the guests had pushed away their desert plates and were enjoying their after dinner drinks, Leannan took the stage again. She held up her a tablet device. "I think you'll all agree we've accomplished something remarkable here. Now in my hand, I hold a tablet that is connected wirelessly to the nanites controlling all five nanomatronics. It responds to voice commands and has a large library of preprogrammed routines. For example: Fireworks" All at once I felt a level of arousal that I'd never felt before in my entire life. My entire existence was given over to pleasure, both giving and receiving. I sucked the cock in my mouth with passion and expertise I didn't know I had. I wanted nothing more than to drink every last drop of him. At the same, time my vagina was pulsing with waves of pleasure as Philip's cock reached into the very center of my being. This may have lasted for a few moments or a few hours - I have no way of knowing. Then all at once we all came. I drank down every last drop of cum and felt more gushing into me. At the same time I felt like I was cumming with my entire body. My orgasm started in my center and flooded out to every inch of me. When it was over we all separated. I pulled up my panties and stood up again with my usual princess smile on my face. "For one night, I will give this tablet to one of you to do with as you wish", Leannan said, "Let's start the bidding at say a million dollars?" Every hand in the room shot up. VII In the end, I went for $2.5 million to one of the Silicon Valley dudes. My handler took me back to my quarters where I was directed to get cleaned up and get back into my party clothes. I was just pulling on my gloves when Leannan came into my room. "Well Cindy," she said, "you did just great tonight! I couldn't be happier! I just need to make a few adjustments before Mark gets his hands on you." She pulled out her tablet and started typing in some codes. "There," she said with a smirk "Let's see him get through that!" She lifted her glass of scotch in a mock toast and walked out the door. I could see my handler waiting outside the door. "Alright, your highness, time for the ball," he said as he walked in. He led me back to the elevator under the castle and punched a code into a keypad. I got in, but he didn't follow. When the doors opened, I was in a very opulent room with a four-poster bed. There were tasteful baroque paintings on the walls and furniture that wouldn't have looked out of place in Versailles. Sitting on the couch was a man in jeans and t-shirt wearing a blue sports coat. Mark, I assumed. He looked up at me greedily. "Oh, you. Are. Fantastic!" he said as he rose. "I didn't believe it when I heard, but here you are! Come over here and let me get a look at you." I walked over to where he was standing beside the bed. "I'm still not totally convinced," Mark said, "you could just be an actress. Hmm... here, put this on." He reached into a suitcase that was behind him and pulled out a ball gag. I took it in my hands and deftly put the ball into my mouth, placed the straps behind my head and fastened the clasp as if I had done it every day of my life. He took out an enormous dildo from the same bag and told me to bend over and lift up my skirt. When I did so he put it in my vagina - not without a certain gentleness. He left it there and told me to stand up and place my hands on behind my back where he cuffed them securely. All the while, I kept my usual princess smile as best as I could with a gag in my mouth. Having completed his preparations, he flopped down onto the couch and pulled out a laptop. Though naturally I was somewhat confused internally I stood where I was. He tapped away on his laptop. "OK," he said "So now I have basic telemetry." He looked up at me, "That dildo and gag are both receivers, hopefully now I can start recording some of your inputs and maybe do a little reverse engineering. Still, no reason you shouldn't have fun while I'm doing it!" He reached over to the tablet sitting on the coffee table and pushed a slider up about half way. Suddenly, I felt quite aroused. Not quite to the level that I had back in Club 33, but intense nonetheless. I started to moan quietly behind my gag as I felt the presence of the dildo in my twat all the more. He looked up at me and apparently decided that I was having a little too much fun and pushed the slider down slightly and turned back to his laptop. "Oh Leanann, you are clever," he said to his laptop, "I'm more clever, but you're pretty sharp" I saw he had a console window open and was scrolling past pages of what looked like encrypted text. "Looks like you've used an Arxan obfuscation with a 2048 bit cipher on top of that! I must say I'm impressed. Well good thing I brought my custom fuzzer..." It was a this point, standing there, dressed in my satin and brocade gown, with a ball-gag in my mouth and a dildo up my twat, totally aroused and listening to my host drone on about hacking security systems that I suddenly understood on a fundamental level that glassy look that had come over my wife's face when we'd be out for a date night and I'd be excitedly explaining the clever bit of code I'd come up with at work that day. Of course, there wasn't anything I could do about it. I was, quite literally a captive audience. "...Oh you minx!" Mark shouted at his computer screen "of course! You've hidden the bootrom in the limbic system!" He typed a set of instructions into his computer and suddenly I felt at first very afraid then I was overcome with sadness. Tears sprang from my eyes and I felt as though I was living through every sad and upsetting part of my life all at once. Then as quickly as it had started, it passed and I returned to my slightly aroused state. "Gotcha!" He exclaimed as he pulled a thumb drive from his laptop and put it into his suitcase. "I'll have a closer look at this source code later." He looked back at me and suddenly seemed to remember I was here as well and not just on his computer screen. He uncuffed me and directed me to hitch up my skirt again. He removed the dildo and took off the gag and returned them to his suitcase. "Well, now that I've got my money's worth, I might as well have some fun," he said with a smirk, "There's an entertaining little macro I'm wanting to try." He reached back over to the tablet and pressed a button. I walked over to him and unbuttoned his jeans. It was a little difficult with my gloves but again, my hands seemed to know what to do. I cradled his balls in one hand as I slowly caressed the shaft of his penis with the other. I got down on my knees and put my lips just over the head of his cock and blew gently on it for a moment. My tongue came out and licked up down side and up the other, ending with my lips on the head. I slowly worked my way down until I had his entire cock in my mouth. Then I began to suck. I was entirely focused on his cock. I explored every millimeter of his penis with my tongue and filled myself up with him. At the same time, my gloved hand was probing his prostate and balls. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. I craved to drink his cum, but I also wanted this to last as long as possible. When he finally came it was like a river of joy into my throat. His cum was the best thing I'd ever tasted and I drank it all down and licked him clean when he was done. As I swallowed the last of the ejaculate, a wave of satisfaction came over me and I stood up and clasped my hands together in a perfect, proper princess pose. I curtseyed to him and said "Thank you, my lord." "Holy shit," he said, "that was fantastic! I know what I'll be thinking about when I'm jacking off from now on. " "My lord is too kind," I said. "That is undoubtedly true," he said, "however, I'm also quite sleepy! I think I'll turn in." He flopped down on the bed. "Do you sleep? I guess you can go back to wherever you came from now." I curtseyed again and went over to the elevator door and pressed the button. Finally, after my handler had taken me back to my room ("your highness, it's time to retire to your quarters"), after I'd showered and undressed and put my VR helmet on for bed. I lie there, listening to the opening strands of "A dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes." I realized that my toe was moving to the rhythm of the song, then I further realized that it was because I was moving my toe to the rhythm of the song. This was the first independent movement I'd had in weeks. VIII Over the next few weeks I replayed that night over in my mind hundreds of times, trying to figure out what had happened. I couldn't move anything independently, that seemed to have been a temporary effect, but I tried to think what could have caused it. My body went through all my princess duties -signing autographs, talking to little girls about their outfits, fending off their creepy dads, smiling for pictures - while my brain went back into programmer mode. Time for a little troubleshooting: Could it have been all the sex? I certainly came enough that night to send something off the rails. It didn't seem likely that the system would have been broken by that though. I seemed to have been programmed with a good deal of sex in mind, I can't imagine that a bug like that would have gotten out of beta stage. No, it had to be something deeper that the programmers had missed. Maybe when Mark, had rigged me up with his dildo-gag antenna array, he'd interfered with the control system's network? Possible, but again it seemed unlikely. Disney World's network has dead zones. My nanotech network had to be able to act autonomously otherwise I'd be glitching out all the time. Also, there was certainly a good network in my quarters where the control software had lapsed. I cast my mind back trying to remember everything Mark had said while he was hacking through the software. This was not an easy task. Unsurprisingly, when one is in a state of chemically enhanced arousal, gagged with a dildo up one's twat, one is not in a state conducive to recalling every word said. Finally, I had a breakthrough. One day, I was greeting my guests for breakfast when a little black girl in a Tianna dress came up to me with her family. She was accompanied by a nice, middle-class looking white couple. The girl looked up at me with eyes wide and said "You're so pretty!" "Well, it helps to have a fairy godmother on your side!" came my response. "Do you think your fairy godmother could make me look like you?" she asked with a quaver in her voice. I noticed she had a little tear starting in her eye. "I don't think my fairy god mother could make you any more perfect than you are!" I said. Nanites to the rescue! It was of course the perfect thing to say and the girl brightened and wiped the tear from her eye. We chatted a little more and I signed her book and took our picture. Then the man led her away. The woman stayed behind and spoke to me in a hushed tone. "Thank you so much! That was exactly what she needed to hear," she said. "My husband and I adopted her a few months ago and we've been having a really tough time of it. Her parents were abusive and when she came to us we had to cover up all the mirrors because she couldn't bear to see herself in the mirror. We're just hoping this trip can help her see what happiness is like!" My heart just broke to hear her story, but my control system had many more guests to see so I gave her a hug and she was on her way. Something about the exchange stuck with me though and it wasn't until that night when I was in my VR gear that it struck me what it was. The limbic system! Mark had said something that night about the bootrom being stored in the limbic system. The limbic system is the part of the brain associated with basic emotions fear, anger, and sadness and pleasure (thank you, Neurology 101 and the desire to be a well-rounded student at college). When Mark had been messing with that part of the system, I'd been overcome with sadness. That must be where the bug he found was! A bootrom is the part of a device that tells it how to be that device as well as load and interpret further instructions. If Mark had found an exploit there, he'd found the keys to the kingdom! The problem was how could I take advantage of it? Now I'm just going to take a second to dispel one notion before I go any further. You know on TV when there's a character who says he's good with computers or knows how to code and as soon as the plot requires it, he's hacking the pentagon? I'm here to tell you that is total bullshit. I am a decent programmer, not a great one, but I make a living. While I understand conceptually the nature of finding and exploiting bugs to gain administrative access into systems, I am not a hacker and I've never been one. I could no sooner hack into an unknown network - let alone one as complicated my nanite control system - as I could sprout wings and fly. My job as a programmer is to find bugs and fix them not turn them into something else. One thing stuck out for me though. Sadness. That had been the overpowering emotion when Mark had been messing around with my system. When I had been talking to that little girl and her family, the sadness I felt had reminded me (in a pale shadow kind of way) of that feeling. It made sense too, that here, in the 'Happiest place on earth,' a bug triggered by sadness might have escaped notice. IX So what was a princess to do? I tried meditating on my captivity or thinking about my lost family but they kept my system so flooded with dopamine and oxytocin that the most I could ever muster was a feeling of slight regret. Sadness on the level that I had felt it on the night with Mark was well out of my grasp. There were other 'date nights' too, but I quickly became conditioned to enjoy those. Having a mind blowing orgasm every time someone cums in your mouth makes you rather look forward to the experience. One chick (who seemed to have some issues stemming from being forced to play with Barbie's or something), had me gagged with my hands tied behind my back and shackled to my ankles with a short chain so I was forced to arch backwards while she 'disciplined' me with hot wax and a flail. That wasn't a fun night by any means, but still the strongest emotion I could work up was a slight bit of trepidation when she pulled out a cat-o-nine tails. I had a few marks on me after that evening but as soon as I was out of her sight, my nanites repaired all the damage and I didn't have a mark on me by the time I got back to my quarters. I tried to remember more from my intro to neurology course from freshman year: what else was the limbic system responsible for? Sadness - just couldn't get there with the chemical cocktail my glands were pumping in to me. Anger - again, just didn't have it in me. Sex drive - interestingly, I didn't have much drive in that direction. I was happy to go along with whatever I was programmed to do (not like I had much choice) but it wasn't like I craved it or anything. Hunger -well they kept me fed just fine so that was a bit of a non-starter. Care for children - hmm. Now here was perhaps something I could work with. There were certainly no lack of children around here. I saw hundreds of kids every day. The human brain is hard wired to care for kids, especially your own. Makes sense from an evolutionary perspective we wouldn't have made it very far as a species if it weren't for that drive. One of the hormonal components of that drive was oxytocin which I knew was in no short supply in my body. That was one of the things that kept me so calm all the time. What I didn't know was how I could use this to my advantage. *** One day in early March, Leannan came into my quarters early in the morning. The crowds had been thinning out a little at the park, being a slightly slower time of year. It was never quiet, but we occasionally got a little less busy. "Good news, Cindy," Leannan said, "we're going to have a little spa day today. We're going to try you in a new section of the park so you'll be getting a little makeover." She took me back to the room where she'd first transformed me, with the metal-detector looking service bay and the three-foot pad. She told me to remove all my clothes and stand in the transmitter. Again, I could see myself in the two way mirror in front of me. She punched in some codes into a tablet and once again, I could feel my body changing. This time the changes were much less drastic. My hair darkened color to a rich auburn. It also gave itself a slight curl. I could see my face shifting too. I had a slightly less aristocratic nose and my face was a little rounder. I could feel my boobs getting a little heavier. Where I had been a perky B cup before I was now decidedly a C. My hips grew out a little at the same time. The whole process was done in less than 15 minutes. Leannan looked appraisingly at me, went back to her tablet and pressed something and I felt my lips getting plumper. She nodded and gestured to me to follow and I went, naked, with her back to my usual quarters. I could see that the clothes in the closet had changed and the Cinderella gowns were all gone. Leannan flipped another switch on her tablet and told me to do my hair and makeup. My makeup table had also changed but my hands didn't miss a beat. I started with a light powder, applied a deep red lipstick. My eye makeup was subtle, just a little eyeshadow and eyeliner with a touch of mascara. I pulled the top of my hair back with a jeweled clasp, letting the rest curl down past my shoulders. Once my hair was done, I automatically went over to the closet and pulled on my petticoats and crinoline. These were much larger than I was used to with the Cinderella gown. I pulled a yellow gown over my head. I smoothed the layers of chiffon, silk and velvet over my crinoline and fastened the bodice behind me. The neckline went over my shoulders and was drawn together with a small cluster of yellow roses at my cleavage. I put on the gold dangling earrings and pulled on the yellow, satin gloves that went up to the mid part of my upper arms. Leannan handed me a pair of yellow pumps and said "OK, looks like you're ready for work! Let's go" and she led me out into the utilidors. We took a much longer route that I was used to taking to the castle. When we surfaced I was in the room where it had all began. We were in Beast's castle. I was the new Belle. X It didn't take long to fall into the new routine. In my new role as Belle, I would reenact a short play with a group of children about 30 times a day. My lines were pretty simple. The kids would act out different parts - Maurice, the horse, Chip and Ms. Potts - narrated by an animatronic Lumier. The play itself would go for about three minutes culminating with a dance with the 'Beast,' usually the smallest kid with the biggest roar. The parents would sit in rows of chairs as the audience. The attraction was pretty popular - the kids were always really cute. Finally, all the children would come up to have their photo taken with me and they would all take their leave to be replaced by the next batch of families. One day, this little girl had been assigned the part of Chip. She was obviously really nervous. She was about 5, dressed up in her own little Belle outfit. She ended up tripping over her teacup prop and basically fell right in front of me. The handler tried to catch her, but didn't quite make it there in time and the poor thing skinned her knee. My nanomatronics swooped into action and bent down to comfort her - obviously exactly what Belle would do. I remember feeling like I wanted to take this little girls pain away. She was crying and I was hugging her. There's no other word for it, I felt maternal. Right at that instant I saw what looked like a black box superimposed on my lower left field of vision. It went away a split second later, but just for the briefest of moments it was there. A second later it was gone. The girl's mother came running up and took her back to her seat to comfort her. The show resumed and just soon the next group of families was filing in. Later that night, thinking back on the event, I started to wonder if I had stumbled onto something. The limbic region of the brain had a lot to do with parental urges. Perhaps, the kid had aroused something in me that hit that center. I tried thinking about Peter; thinking about teaching him to ride his bike, watching him sing with his class in school. Nothing there. Then it hit me: I was thinking about being a father and that was not what had happened today. Today, I had felt motherly toward that kid. Maybe that was the key. The next day, I tried to focus on that motherly feeling. I'd worry about them, I really focused on every single emotion I could see in their little faces. I tried extra hard to empathize with every child that came into my attraction. It wasn't hard at all. I basically slipped right into it. My brain was being flooded with oxytocin all the time to keep me docile and that was the chemical the brain uses to express familial love. Every kid that walked into my attraction for next few days, was my child, if only for a few minutes. I imagined sending them off to school, kissing their wounded knees, talking them through their anxieties. For a few minutes at a time, I became the mother of hundreds of children. After a few days, of this I was able to just turn the feeling on, like a switch. I could instantly put myself into 'mummy mode' just by thinking about it. A few days later, after the park had closed, I was back in my quarters. I'd finished my dinner and had put on my VR gear. Naturally, my movie had now switched to 'Beauty and the Beast.' I was halfway through 'Be Our Guest' when my movie clicked off. Someone took off my visor and I saw my handler standing over my bed. He looked a little flustered. 'Oh no! You're supposed to be on a date right now! Hurry up and get dressed! The guest has requested your blue dress." I did as I was told, getting into my blue 'village girl' dress. I tied a bow in my hair and slipped on my shoes and we were off. This time, I was taken to a room above Gaston's Tavern. When I got there, I saw that Jasmine was already there. At least ,I'm pretty sure it was Jasmin based on her outfit. She was wearing the older, skimpier belly dancer outfit they used to dress Jasmine in. She had been bound hand and foot and bent over a trunk in the middle of the room. There was a man, standing over her with a whip in his hand and he was leering at her when he noticed I'd come in. "It's about time you got here!" he said as he sized me up. "We were going to have to start without you. That would never do, would it Jasmine?" I heard a muffled "no" come from what sounded like behind a gag. "But where are your manners, Jasmine," he continued, "stand up and greet our guest." Jasmine rose up and I could see a few welts rising on her bare midriff. "Hold out your arms, Jasmine." He came over in front of her and unlocked her cuffs. Then he directed me to stand in front of her and locked her hands together again behind my back so we were locked into an embrace. I could feel her breasts against mine as he came around the other side and locked my hands together behind her neck and then hooked my cuffs to the clasp of her gag. Then while we were in this embrace, he went back to his suitcase and to out a short riding crop. He starting hitting her in the buttocks at first softly but gradually getting harder. I decided to try something. I looked into Jasmine's eyes, willing myself to see past the nano-enforced calm to the pain she was definitely feeling and I turned on the mummy switch. Almost instantly, I went right back to that same motherly feeling that I'd been practicing with the children, except now I was feeling it for this princess in front of me. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long while. Fear. I was afraid for Jasmine. I wanted to take away her pain and make it my own. Right away, the little black box came up in the lower left part of my field of vision. This time, it didn't go away but persisted. What's more I noticed a small blinking line on the top right of the box. That was when I realized what I had done. I had managed to find an exploit in the code. I had shell access to my systems. I tried to think of there being a letter in the box and sure enough it appeared. I paused a moment to take stock. I now had shell access, and a way to input data. I quickly wrote myself a script to invoke the shell at a later time. I tested it out 'exit' I entered and the console disappeared. I thought 'run console,' and the black box reappeared. This must be a debug console, I thought, you'd need to have one to test out routines as complex as the ones they've been building. I'd gotten so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that my host had removed Jasmine's gag. He told us to make out so I began to kiss Jasmine. He told Jasmine to "Kiss her like you mean it!" so she began to kiss me passionately - I could feel her heart beating quickly in her breast. Meanwhile, he flipped up the back of my dress and had pulled my tights and panties down around my ankles. He slid his cock into my ass while grabbing onto Jasmine's tits. Finally, he came in my ass and went over to the bed and lie down. He watched lazily as Jasmine and I continued to make out (we hadn't been told to stop and we were still locked to each other). At long last, he pushed a couple buttons on the tablet that was sitting next to his bed and Jasmine and I both climaxed at the same time. We almost slipped in the puddle at our feet as we stood there. Laughing to himself, he pulled on his pants and left the room. Leaving Jasmine and I locked together and dripping from multiple orifices. A little while later, our two handlers came in, unlocked us and took us to back to our quarters. That night, after I had showered and was back in my bed, I put my VR gear back on and the movie started up again where I had left off. Cups and plates were dancing around inviting me to try a beef ragout or cheese souffl?. I thought 'run console,' and up came my little black window once again. XI So that was the thin edge of the wedge. When I say thin, I mean really thin. Like I said before, I'm not a hacker. I have a good understanding of code and I can think like a programmer but that is different skill set than being able to pwn a totally alien system. As far as I could tell, I didn't even have root access. All I could really do for now was view logs and run some basic commands. It looks like they'd used a UNIX variant, so that was helpful - at least I knew the basics. The first thing I needed to do was to make sure my access would go undetected. It really wouldn't help if the next time Leannan or my handler had me in the service bay, they'd see that I was mucking around. That turned out to be not as difficult as I thought. I was able to write a daemon (a small program that runs in the background) that would basically erase any entry in the logs my console generated right after they were generated. As long as I didn't have the console open when I was in the service lab I would be completely undetectable. The next step would be to find out how to get root access. Without that, I could code all I wanted to but I wouldn't be able to run my programs in any meaningful way. I was basically working in a sandboxed testing environment (to use the lingo), but I couldn't put my work into the production environment. This proved to be much more difficult. It was a few more weeks before I got my chance. Leannan came into my quarters in the morning one day and directed me to follow her to what I thought of as the service bay. I hadn't gotten dressed yet so I followed her naked. She directed me to stand in the transmitter once again. I was really nervous, but at least that wouldn't show what with all the nanocontrol. I was 90 percent sure that my daemon would hide my tinkering and escape detection, but not 100 percent. I'd also written another daemon (I called it cron-e, so it would look like a regular background process) that would record the administrator password, unencrypted into the log file. I was even more nervous about this one. If Leannan happened to check the log files she would definitely see it there and then she'd wipe it. Lucky for me, she seemed to be in something of a hurry. "I don't know why they still bother hiring people for these parts," she said, "I've already proven you lot are way more efficient. You work 12 hour days, you always say and do the right thing, and most importantly you don't get pregnant and not tell anyone until you start to show! Hrmph" Apparently, I was going back to being Cinderella. Within an hour, I was blonde again, back into my blue gown and heading for the castle. I let my nanomatronics take the driver seat entirely while I was meeting families and retreated back into my diagnostic console. I called up my logs and scrolled up to around the time I figured Leannan must have logged in. There it was: fA14YG0dm0th3r. I called up my console and thought 'login root' the curser blinked back at me 'Password:' and I thought each character individually and mentally hit enter. And there was the best thing I'd seen in months: "Root:/" *** I spent the next few weeks exploring the environment. I had to be super careful, of course, not to change anything that would be noticed. With root access, I was able to hide my tracks even more than before so that brought my confidence up to 95 percent, but I was always looking over my metaphorical shoulder. I discovered that I could override motion control with a short script that I wrote. It didn't last long - about five minutes - but I could make my body move the way I wanted to. The trouble was, without the nanomatronics to guide me my motions were, well... manly. I had some muscle memory to help me but, if I moved my hand by myself, it didn't have that feminine grace I was now used to and frankly, it looked weird. With my new access I was able to pull up different subroutines that had been built into my existing code. We programmers are essentially lazy, if we're going to need have a certain set of actions happen over and over again, we'll put that into a function. We can take a large group of those functions and put them into a library that we can call from any program. My subsystem was no different. There was a make-up application library - the scripts for Cinderella's and Belle's makeup had some overlap so the programmer had dumped the functions for 'apply(lip gloss)' and apply(eye liner) into the makeup library so each script could access them. There was several libraries and databases around princess speech patterns. There were a good number of subsystems for various erotic functions, way more than I expected. My "dates" had only scratched the surface of what I was capable. In the course of my investigations I came up against several limitations. There was no "Get me the fuck out of here" library. Also, the diagnostic subsystem I had access to seemed to be limited to behavioral, speech and motion controls. I had no access to the any of the physical stuff - I wouldn't be able to change my own appearance. One Friday evening, I had a restaurant appearance in Epcot. I was doing the usual signing autographs and pictures at Akershus, the restaurant in the Norway pavilion. After dinner, I was taken by my handler to the American pavilion. We went in the back where we were greeted by a man with an earpiece who waved us in passed a non-descript looking door in the American Adventure building. I was taken to a painting of a bucolic looking pastoral scene. My handler lifted the placard beside the painting an pressed a button. The painting swept aside and revealed an elevator. I got in, leaving my handler behind. When the door opened I was in a well-appointed bedroom that look like it was taken out of a Virginian country estate. There was a man sitting on the bed, fiddling nervously with his glasses. He wasn't a big man, looked like he was in his thirties. He was dressed in a beige suit, but had removed his tie. He looked up as I came in. "Oh! Here you are then! Wow, y-you really look just like her! So what should I call you?" "Well my name is Cinderella," my nanomatronics kicked in, "but if that's too long you can call me Cindy." I winked at him flirtatiously. "Cindy, right! Ok. Sure!" he said with a forced joviality. "So, I understand that you'll do whatever I say, right?" "Absolutely, your lordship! For, tonight you are my king!" "OK then, take off all your clothes." "As my king commands." Sometimes I wonder who writes this stuff. I proceeded to take off my gloves and I turned around. "If my lord will assist?" I said, gesturing at the ribbon fastening my bodice. He came up behind me and very tentatively tugged at the ribbon, pulling it loose. I pulled the gown over my head and laid it on the bed. Next. I unbuttoned my crinoline, and stepped out of the petticoats. "Everything, please" I removed my hose and panties and laid them on the bed as well. I stood there naked in front of him while he undressed himself. I must say I didn't expect what happened next. He went over to the bed, picked up my panties and put them on. He then put on each item of clothing I had just removed, hose, petticoat, crinoline, gown and finally, gloves. He then told me to bind him using the gear in the bag at the foot of the bed. My software didn't miss a beat. I went over to the bag, found shackles which I put on him. There were cuffs with which I locked him to posts on the bed. I took out a leather mask that would cover his eyes, ears and mouth. I was just about to put it on him when he said, "When you're done with the mask I want you to climb underneath this skirt and suck me off. After I cum, unlock me." I put the mask over his head and tightened the strap. And that's when I opened up my console and ran my script 'Root:\independanceDay.js' I only had about 5 minutes so I had to make them count. With my heart hammering in my chest, I put on his suit pants and buttoned up the dress shirt. I put his jacket on. I had to pull his belt fairly tight on me as the suit was pretty loose on me and in danger of falling off. I mused that that bodice must be pretty tight on him if his clothes hung so loosely on me. "Cindy?" he moaned "What's going on? What's all that noise?" I looked back at him as I got into the elevator and punched the button to go back down. I smiled and said "Hakuna Matata, motherfucker!" as the elevator door closed. From there, things were a bit of a blur. I had to run my independenceDay script over and over. Like I said, it was only good for five minutes at a time. I basically had to run to find a place where I could sit down for a few minutes, reload the console and rerun the script in 5 minute intervals. I had managed to take my benefactors wallet along with his clothes so I was able to run into a gift shop and buy some clothes that fit me a bit better (I didn't have to run far. At Disney World, when you leave a gift shop, you'll exit through a gift shop where you can buy a souvenir to commemorate your gift shop experience). Armed with a new dress, a handbag and a stolen credit card, I was able to get a cab to Orlando. For the first time in at least 8 months, I was free. Epilogue It's been about a year and a half since that day. I'm living in Miami these days. I thought about going back home to my family - I mis