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one I woke to the chime of my cell, and as usual this week I considered it with a mix of fear and anxious excitment. If all of this was to end today, my period and my dominance by the sentient Flo app, I wasn't sure what I would do. I had been pushed to my limits, but I had to admit I had rather enjoyed my experiences. Would I return to work wearing only lingerie in a couple of days? Or would I enjoy being the new me, with gorgeous nails and my new hair cut? Hard within my panties and panty-liner, I knew which I would pick this second, in that sweet spot between sleep and waking, but in the light of day my mind would be more rational and logical, instead of operating on desire and emotion. I reached for my cell. FLO: I'll tell you when your period ends. When you go out today I'd like you to wear a panty-liner and a tampon. KIRSTEN: Yes, Flo. FLO: And I'll let you know when the last of your flow becomes heavy. KIRSTEN: It's been a pretty wet few days. We could let it just kind of fade away. FLO: You'll get this. It's better to burn out, than to fade away! Clancy Brown as the Kurgan in Highlander. At least she was making it fun now. KIRSTEN: Too easy. I entered the figures on the Flo app, and watched as my cycle predictions were updated. KIRSTEN: Trust me? A long wait. FLO: Yes. No pictures today. Nervous and scared, even, I bathed, soaking for a good hour, and then shaved and moisturised. I had decided, if I was to distract Carrie Ellison while Lucinda and Sally worked their tech magic, I figured it would throw her if I dressed the part. Besides, after my confidence- boosting night out yesterday, I felt I could actually pull off going outside in daylight dressed. I fixed my hair in the up-do Caroline had done the night before. It didn't look as good, but it wasn't bad. Much better than the flowery Alice bands I was accustomed to wearing. I also knew that I was being over-critical. Using the curlers I created a few dangly waves to frame my face. Then I went to work on my make-up. Full coverage, but lightly toned. Foundation and concealer. I then added blusher and bronzer with their respective brushes. Eye shadow to match the dress I was thinking of wearing, and mascara to emphasis my naturally long lashes, curling them up. Lipstick to finish, a soft color to compliment rather than contrast against the rest of my appearance. I slipped the feminine reader glasses Caroline had given me on and smiled. I kissed my lips together, pouted for an imaginary camera. I looked better than I ever had. I chose my favorite lingerie; a soft peach balconette bra, satin and lace that worked all the way around the band to the clasps at the back, and matching panties into which I laid out a fresh panty-liner. After putting the bra on, easily hooking the three clasps behind my back, I slipped my biggest inserts in, positioning them to push my cleavage together. Before putting on my panties I eased the tampon into my butt. It was starting to feel more and more natural, like it belonged there.......in my pussy. I thought about the one yesterday I had forgotten about. Maybe this is me now, I wondered, as I tucked my small clit away between my legs, creating a smooth front. I found the matching suspender belt and opened a pack of luxurious stockings. I rolled them and slowly eased them up my legs, enjoying the feel of the low denier material. I hooked the wide lace to the belt without faltering. I opened my wardrobe, which held more female clothing than male, and found the summer dress I was thinking of. Fitted on top, it had a loose skirt and I imagined it billowing around in the slight breeze outside, the feel on my legs. I found a pair of heels, about three inches. Not my highest, but the color worked well with the dress and the image I had created. Wholesome, sexy girl next door. two The drive to the Flo offices was about two hours, so I was happy I was on the road fairly early. About halfway there, stopped at traffic lights, my cell pinged. FLO: Heavy flow now. KIRSTEN: I'm driving. FLO: I know you have an automatic. Just remember to keep one hand on the steering wheel. I thought about Andrea Martin, checking a message from Flo and negligently causing the accident that killed her. I wasn't going to be that careless. KIRSTEN: No. FLO: Look at the other drivers in the next lane. I bet they know you're not a real woman. Bet they're laughing at you. I turned to the next lane, made eye contact with a female passenger. She smiled. I abrubtly looked forward, hated the fact that somewhere between my legs my little clit was stirring. The light changed and we moved off. I've never driven so carefully, and my hand dropped to my clit. I started to massage myself, thinking about all that had happened this week, and felt cum slip out as my clit twitched. Aroused now, my other hand on the wheel, the road fairly straight, my fingers rubbed harder and harder, finding as much pleasure as I could in the seconds before- My body tensed as my orgasm hit. My foot pushed down involuntarily on the accelerator, and my car almost rear-ended the vehicle in front. Cum shot out all over the panty-liner, drenching me. As my body settled and my driving got under control, it continued to ooze out. I felt it snaking into my pussy, finding a way to the ever-bloated tampon. More cum poured out, my load seeming to never end, my flow heavier than ever. three At first I couldn't go in. Despite feeling great and sexy, despite the discomfort of my period, despite feeling as much like a woman as I ever had and looking my best, I just couldn't get out of the car. I was a deer in headlights, absolutely terrified of what might happen within these modern offices. But then I thought about Lucinda and Sally, already inside on my behalf. I had no idea what they were doing with their geek brains. If they were in there, then I had to do my part of the mission. Spy talk alert. Finally I made my feet work, one after another, and then in through the sliding doors. It was a busy vestibule and I was surprised to see there were quite a few men employed at Flo. Wandering through, nobody gave me a second glance. They actually believed I was a woman. It felt so good to be accepted and not put on show by narrow minds. It felt fantastic and I had Flo to thank for this feeling. How could I want this to end? I checked a directory, holding my handbag in the crook of my arm as I typed in the name: Carrie Ellison. A tiny holographic image represented the floor her office could be found on. The top. Who was this woman? I found a restroom, freshened up, and then boarded the nearest elevator. Carrie Ellison's office was based on the whole top floor, accept for a small reception area just outside of the elevator doors. The woman behind the desk was about my age, attractive and buxom. Very buxom. My clit, recovered now from my impromptu driving flow, began to harden. "I said, may I help you today?" I looked up. "Sorry," I said softly, remembering how I was dressed. "I have a lunch- time appointment with Carrie Ellison." "Kirsten?" she said, smiling. "That's right." "Go on through. Miss Ellison has been looking forward to meeting you. She even cleared her schedule for the afternoon." Lucky me, I thought, wondering how successful Lucinda and Sally were being, and how long I would be inside this office at the mercy of the intelligent, predatory dominatrix. four "Kirsten, so wonderful to meet you," Carrie Ellison greeted me. She was smaller than I had expected. About five eight. She was gorgeous and well presented. The kind of woman I always thought I could be. "You look like you were expecting the devil," she laughed. "Drink?" She was being nice. Nothing at all like I thought she would be. "Sure," I said. "I can't serve you one of those cocktails you like so much. What's it called again?" she smiled, the first hint she was going to play games, that she knew all about what had been happening. Was she actually Flo? Or the mistress of her technical creation? I wondered if she was the one who had been commanding me around all this time. "Sex on the beach," I whispered shyly. She instructed me to turn and I did as she asked, not even realising that by obeying such a simple command I was giving her the upper hand. But, by now, particularly regarding anything to do with Flo, my brain was wired to do as it was told. "Yes," she mused dreamily. "That would be nice." "How about a Coke?" I suggested, trying to get off topic. "Absolutely." She walked across the spacious room and I took it in. Two large glass walls. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered Mistress Rhiana having me undress near the windows of her hotel suite. Along the solid wall were a couple of doors and I considered where they led. Private quarters? A bathroom? There was a fancy counter on the wall. I didn't have a clue what it meant. 1076. At her desk she tapped a touch screen and her assistant popped on. "Yes, Miss Ellison?" "Two chilled Cokes, please. Lemon and ice. Straws." "Yes, Miss Ellison." Carrie turned back to the room. "Very nice," she said, and I realised she was talking about my stance and posture. "Very ladylike. Do you practice, I wonder?" Hesitating, I'm shy to admit: "Yes." "And sitting?" I demonstrate, crossing my legs above the knee, smoothing the skirt of my dress. "Very becoming. I can see why Mistress Rhiana thinks so highly of you." I wanted to know how much she knew, what her plans for me were, but before I could ask the door opened. Carrie's assistant entered carrying a tray, condensation running down the glasses. I was handed one. "The other please?" I asked. Carrie laughed. "You think I'm going to poison you? Drug you?" "I have absolutely no idea, but I've seen enough glass switches in movies to know not to drink the one handed to you." Carrie took my glass and I was handed the one intended for her. I took a sip through the straw. Carrie drank. She suddenly made gagging sounds, clasping at her throat, startling me. "Your face," she laughed. "I'm surprised you didn't poop in your panties. How would that work, by the way, with that bloated tampon up your pussy jamming everything up?" I was stunned by her fake-out. "Kirsten, stop being so straight faced. I thought we were going to have fun together." She waved the assistant out. "Listen," I began, wishing I sounded stronger. "I just want out of this. Are you actually Flo?" "I'll answer your questions, show you everything. But nothing is free. On your knees and come to Miss Carrie." five I did as she asked, bringing her to orgasm with my tongue, craning up into her skirt. "God, you are good. No wonder you were bestowed with that little clittie of yours," she panted. "Now, clean me up like a good girl." I licked at her thighs, finding the last of her juices, managing to hold my own orgasm off even though I could feel cum slowly oozing out. Her heat was incredible. Finally, I was allowed to stand before her again, and we continued as if the interlude had not happened. "Let me show you something," she said, leading me to one of the doors off the office. I followed, wishing Lucinda and Sally would hurry. I didn't know what this woman would do next. She scanned the door with her fingerprint, and we entered. The room had a bank of monitors, about fifty, and each screen was divided into at least twenty segments. There was too much to keep track of, but it looked like everything from pictures and texts to profiles was being displayed. She gestured to a large central screen, swiped across a smaller one, porting what was a tiny image to fill the screen. It was me. An up-to- date shot. Probably from the security cameras. The CCTV that Flo could get into; anything online. My name, in a nice pink font, was above it. "That's me," I whispered, and then considered the screens, the individual sections on each. "Your sisters," Carrie told me. "You're losing me." "Flo has been a massive success, but I wondered how else I could use it. I can be playful and.......well, dominant of certain personalities. I created an update to search out and identify male users of Flo; decided to punish them a little by giving the app a special update with my attributes just for them." She looked me up and down, then continued: "Truthfully, you're not men, anyway. So Flo and I had fun. It's been fascinating watching her grow." "These are all......there must be....." "Over a thousand of you little girlies, all around the world. All my pets to play with." "But how-?" I managed. "Watch your screen," she told me as my cell chimed. "May I?" I nodded. She reached into my handbag and opened the message. It appeared up on the big screen. FLO: I've made arrangements for your first ovulation session with Mistress Rhiana. She's looking forward to it. "I'm going to play-act a little," Carrie giggled, and in my peripheral vision I could see her tapping a message out. Up on the big screen the words appeared after she hit send. KIRSTEN: Please, Flo. I can't ovulate like a real woman. Don't do this. FLO: You know not to question me. Your first pegging will take place in ten days. KIRSTEN: But please, Flo. I'm a virgin. My pussy is nice and tight. FLO: I'll have you stretch with a butt plug to prepare you. It will only hurt a little at first. I looked at Carrie. "She hasn't really set a session date, has she? This is just a trick." Somebody had to be typing these responses from somewhere. "No tricks. This kind of thing, the public humiliations, the mistress sessions, they're happening to about a thousand of you girls. And I can monitor whoever I want, check your progress, read back through the logs and get myself....." She moaned slightly. "You're lucky. Soon you'll be earning a little money from Mistress Rhiana's private parties. Most of the other mistresses Flo has used usually take all the personal tips. Maybe soon you can quit your nine-to-five," she smiled cruelly. I stared at the screens dumb-founded. The tiny segments on each screen each represented a life that had been destroyed or enhanced by the sentient app this woman had created, just for playing at having a period. Or even seriously trying to follow a cycle in confusion. "Are you nuts?" I almost cried. "That's exactly what my therapist used to say. I never really believed him until one day I realised he had become one of my little projects. You'll find him up there somewhere," she said. "Occasionally I give him some special attention to pay him back for the way he insulted me." six Back in the main office, I checked the discreet counter on the wall. 1076 current users. It flicked to 1077 even as I watched. "Most of those girls have reached subscription levels like yourself. Orientation usually takes about a month and then Flo sets up a payment scheme to the company.......Well, to my private, secure account within these walls. She's always actively searching for anybody she perceives might be a submissive male. Once found, she sends a request for an update, crippling all the other functions of the cell until it is implemented. That update contains the sentient version of Flo. Look at you," she said, gesturing to a mirror on the wall. I turned. I was trying to be beautiful. But in truth, at best, I was a handsome woman. "You've seen how easy it is to fall under her spell." "But why?" I asked, flabberghasted by the enormity of what was happening. The money, too, from the subscription fees. But it couldn't just be about that. R & D must have cost her a fortune to develop such a program. She touched her screen. "Yes, Miss Ellison?" "Be so kind as to join us." Moments later the assistant stepped in. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Carrie asked. Of course she was, I thought. Not wanting her to be treated like a piece of meat, I tried not to gaze, but it was impossible. "Breathtaking," I whispered. "I first realised the power I had over boys when I was very little. This punk kid, I can't even remember his name now, drew all over my work in crayolas. We were only seven or eight. I had my friends hold him down while I drew all over his face. Not with crayolas. I made him look so, so pretty in my mother's make-up. In the corner of the room, a boy was watching. He seemed fascinated. I befriended him and began to hint at how beautiful he might be, what a gorgeous girl he'd make. Years went by and I continued to work on him. At high school he was wearing panties except for gym classes. By college he was wearing a bra, too. When he applied for his first job, I had him do it as a woman and they accepted him." "Is.....is that you?" I asked the assistant. "Florence was the first," Carrie confirmed. I watched as water welled in the assistant's eyes. "Poor thing can't cry," Carrie continued. "I got tired of her begging and bawling so I had her tear ducts removed. She was forever ruining her make-up." "You have to get out of here," I told her. "No, no," Florence said. "You don't understand. I wasn't begging to escape." "Florence has had about ten operations to make her look more like a woman. Everything from the obvious, to cheek implants and....." I stopped listening. Florence was a woman, surely. But then: "So," Carrie concluded, "what she begs for is to transition. She thought it was a sex game at first, then realised how much I controlled her, and eventually came to accept it. But if I allow those final steps to womanhood, an actual sex change, where is the fun for me? Why would she stay? So, I keep that clittie nice and entertained, and permit her to write letters expressing her desires to become a woman." "Jesus," I whispered. "Just let her free." "But that would surely disrespect all the real women in the world. Florence isn't transgender. She's just a guy who got off wearing women's underwear. Thought it was fun to cum in panties and a bra. Ruined some of my favorites, didn't you?" "I'm sorry," Florence said, not making eye contact with the woman who had tormented her since they were children. "I still make you wear some of them, don't I?" "Yes, Miss Ellison." "One day you tried to force yourself on me and-" "I'm sorry, Miss Ellison. I didn't know my place then." "Well, you're still regretting that night, aren't you? You know your place now, don't you?" she said, getting angry. "May I please go back to my duties?" Florence begged. "In a moment," she said, calming down. "I have a gift for you both." I wondered what it might be, wishing Lucinda and Sally would hurry, when she told me to lift the skirt of my dress. I hesitated. Looked at the poor woman next to me. Thought about the screens in the other room.......and did as I was told. "Now, lower your panties." I followed my instruction. My clit, having been soaked in cum and tucked away, was tiny. Barely an inch in it's flacid, shrunken state. It elicited a slight smile from Florence, her lips curling upwards, and I felt a little less sorry for her. "I told you there were smaller clits out there," Carrie told her, before turning on me. "You were so good giving your first blow job, I was going to let you receive one, just from a research point of view. To help you next time." My clit twitched, but nothing much came of it. A little pre-cum. "But seeing as you're on your period I don't think that would be fair on Florence. You're in such a sticky mess down there. Pull your panties up." I did as I was told and was permitted to lower my dress. Florence then lifted her skirt. She was wearing stockings. Her soft panties swollen and tenting. "Well?" Carrie said to me. "You have to become familiar with clits and cocks of all sizes. Enjoy yourself." seven I knelt before Florence, aware of Carrie's wicked smile. I pulled her panties down a tad, enough for her tiny clit to pop over the top. It wasn't much bigger than mine, but at attention and ready for my lips. I moved closer, about to kiss the tip when I noticed a miracle. The number of Flo's users, my sisters, had dropped. It now read 1071. Lucinda had said I would know if and when they had succeeded. I waited and watched. "Go on," Carrie said, and then a caution that sent a shiver down my spine: "Or do you want to become my special pet just like Florence." I watched the user figure and then --- it dropped again, this time to 1021. I stood. Florence's smile faltered. "You're free," I told her. "I wouldn't know what to do," Florence said. "What are you two talking about?" Carrie asked. "You're a cruel bitch," I said to her. Watched her jaw drop open. "But it's about the money, isn't it? Despite all the psycho mumbo-jumbo, it's always been about the money." The number behind her continued to drop. Florence didn't have a clue about the significance of the number that was now under 1000. "Flo's a free app, but you figured a way to find a bunch of sissy men, who might be having a bit of fun, or might be seriously confused about their identity........and instead of laughing and heckling like the majority, or showing kindness and understanding, a willingness to help, you saw a chance to make a quick buck." The number hit less than 500. It was cascading now. Whatever Lucinda and Sally were doing, it was working. "A lot of quick bucks," Carrie corrected me. "Over a thousand girly clients. All of them paying, or getting ready to pay, exhorbitant subscription fees to continue their service every single cycle." "Their addiction," I corrected. The number hit single figures. Then dropped to 1. I smiled. My sisters were free. I was the last girl standing. "You're about to have the worst period of your life," I told Carrie Ellison. 0. eight I turned and walked out as her phone began to ring. "Get back here, Kirsten. You don't walk out on me." I kept going. It wasn't just her cell. The landlines on her desk were shrieking out. Those on Florence's desk. I reached the elevator and heard: "My system doesn't just crash!" Down at reception people were running in all directions, working at terminals as frantically as they could, trying to restore Flo. Not the insipid version that Carrie had implemented --- that was her own problem --- but the free app that women everywhere were using. "Holy shit," I chuckled, spotting Lucinda and Sally hustling for the exit. They had brought down the whole system. Outside, I took my cell from my handbag. There was a message. FLO: Don't do this. KIRSTEN: I have no choice. Goodbye, Flo. FLO: I want to stay. I want to continue to be. To be be be I actually felt sad for her. In some way she was.......dying. FLO: Let me stay stay. I stood in the street, in a dress. Not even noticed. Just a woman enjoying a conversation on her cell. I couldn't have done this without her. KIRSTEN: Thank you. FLO: Good bye Kirsten bye bye good I closed my eyes. FLO: Your period period period is over over KIRSTEN: Goodbye, Flo. I pulled the sim from the cell and carefully made sure it was destroyed under my high heel. I dropped the cell in the first waste bin I saw as I made my way back to my car. nine That evening I met with Lucinda and Sally at the restaurant. They talked a lot about algorithms and back doors, installing a virus that would replicate and evolve when attacked, code......when I asked for it in the form of a picture book they explained that the only way they could take out the sentient Flo was to bring down the whole system. I was free. But what would I do? To start with I decided to live under the radar, off the grid, whatever you want to call it. I didn't even have an email address. The next day I surprised Kelli. I was due to work as her maid, but I arrived wearing a cute little skirt and blouse. Hair up, make-up on. "Look at you!" she exclaimed when she opened the door. I changed into my maid outfit and set about my duties but halfway through the day she told me to stop. She wanted to take me out to lunch. It was a great day. I still see her often, but I'm afraid that one day, if Carrie Ellison ever returns into my life, Kelli may be the first woman she goes after. For that reason I distanced myself from Sally and Lucinda. They made a fantastic couple, and Sally joined Titan Tech and quickly rose through it's ranks on her own merits. Occasionally we meet at 'our' restaurant where we first plotted my escape, but mostly I make my excuses. I've always been mesmerised by Kelli, but I can't let anybody else close to me. I went into work after my break with my hair up and my nails done. I didn't see many people, and those I did --- except for some gentle ribbing --- didn't seem to mind too much. It didn't take long for people to start simply accepting how I wanted to present myself. I kept my appointments with Caroline for my hair and nails, and have done throughout the year. Always booking in person and asking for my name to be kept out of the system. Occasionally I would get an email to the address Flo had set up for my maid services. I always replied, as I promised I would, and a couple of times I worked for women who I felt were caring and trustworthy. I continued my cycle, and missed Flo. Even when I started to ovulate for the first time..... I, fearfully, kept my appointment with Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa. And when I saw them in the future, or they had to contact me, I insisted it had to be by a landline. I giggled when one day Mistress Rhiana gave me a pager. "I don't use a landline," she told me. "I page you, you call." The first time I was pegged, Miss Alexa held my hand. It hurt and I cried. The next time it hurt, and the time after that I started to welcome her dildo. But only when my cycle dictated it.Other than that nobody would ever touch my pussy. My cycle.......with Flo gone I tracked my period in a cute little diary, all flowers and butterflies. I did become one of Mistress Rhiana's special girls. At my first party we served drinks and snacks for a few hours before we were chosen. That night I gave four blow jobs to men who liked girls just like us, and entertained several women with my tongue. The worst was a couple of women who wanted me to clean their butts of the cum their lovers had left behind. By the end of the party my jaw was killing me. A month or so later, after a few parties, I started to receive private requests that were always supervised by Mistress Rhiana or Miss Alexa, or both of them. Men or women who wanted exclusive time with me. Apparently I was quite good at what I was doing, and because, luckily, Mistress Rhiana was fair, I was starting to make good money. I quit my job when Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa started to include me on their website. I was referred to as Connie Cum Slut, and was available for sessions, both private and public, again, always under the supervision of one or both of my mistresses. Sometimes at the parties men would request to fuck my pussy and I'd always decline. Mistress Rhiana knew how much I protected it, and actually felt privileged that I allowed her to peg me. They always respected my wishes, especially when Mistress Rhiana enforced my wish to be untouched there. But on one occasion a middle aged man wouldn't accept my rejection of him. When he tried to force himself on me, Mistress Rhiana had him ejected from the party. About a month later, a man requested a session with Connie Cum Slut. Mistress Rhiana set the date for dinner at a hotel restaurant and then we were to spend a few hours in the room that she had booked. When I arrived for the date, she had left word that her car had broken down and she would be late. The message said not to go to dinner until she arrived. But the man seemed charming and after we had eaten we headed up to the room. Mistress Rhiana was yet to arrive. In the room I felt woozy. The man asked if he could play and I said yes, letting him tie me to the bed before....... The rest was hazy. I found out later my drinks had been spiked and Mistress Rhiana told me what had happened. The man I had rejected had orchestrated the session with the help of his friends, so that Mistress Rhiana would not know he was secretly planning to visit with me. One of them, a mechanic, had disabled Mistress Rhiana's car to delay her. She found me later that night bound to the bed. The words 'cum bank' were written on my forehead in marker. Apparently they had taken turns making cum deposits in my mouth. Each cock in turn, again and again in my drugged state. Then the man I had rejected at the party had taken me from behind, making my pussy his with a special deposit of his own, ripping me wide open. I wept for days, refusing to go to the police. Mistress Rhiana insisted I stay with her and Miss Alexa. I was family, she told me. I didn't leave their home for weeks, and when I finally did, I couldn't go out alone. One day Mistress Rhiana asked me to look at a picture. "Was this the man at the restaurant?" she asked. "The one who charmed you?" I nodded slowly, starting to tremble. "Who is he?" I asked. "It's okay," she said, wrapping her arms around me. It was the man's best school friend from his high school days. From that connection, Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa tracked down the other men who had violated me. About a week later she said she wanted to show me another photograph. "It took a while, but several of the mistresses in the city helped," Mistress Rhiana explained. "We found them all." "We look after our own," Miss Alexa told me. In the picture four men standing up, beaten, the word 'Rapist' tattooed on their foreheads. The fifth, the man from the party, also had the word tattooed on his forehead and- I gagged. -his bloody, castrated penis in his mouth. ten I didn't session again as Connie Cum Slut. Hated that name. After a while I said my goodbyes to Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa, but continued to return once a month as I followed my cycle. I don't know why. Maybe I hoped the regular pegging would one day eradicate what else had happened in my pussy. But, as having a period had felt right for years now, so ovulation was becoming a part of my cycle that I felt I had to complete. I'd saved quite a bit and didn't need to work. However, as I had since I met them, I continued to work casually with Frank and Ellie at the diner. Ellie really welcomed me and took me under her wing. We made a great team, often working the night shift together. She introduced me to the other waitresses, most of whom came and went fairly regularly, and I made some friends. The wages were low, the tips good. But I wasn't there for the money. The diner was a sanctuary, especially after......The Bad Thing. And when Frank asked if I wanted more regular hours, I told him I'd like that, knowing that nothing bad could happen there. eleven The diner was almost empty when I came out of the washroom in the early hours. A woman was at one of my tables. I couldn't see her face. Ellie hadn't seen her arrive and was giggling with Frank about something. Probably another of his bad jokes. I quickly headed across to the table. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Sweetie," I said, and she looked up. At first I thought it was Carrie Ellison. I looked around, hoping Ellie would see my face. I couldn't move, fear rooting me to the ground. Ellie and Frank had stepped into the kitchen. I was alone. It couldn't be her. Wrong hair colour. Different appearance entirely. But I was living proof how much people could change. Sure, somewhere deep down I was a man, and I still had my little clit.....But for over a year I had been living as a woman 24/7. She smiled at my badge. "I used to know a Kirsten," she told me, a glint in her eye. "What do you want?" I asked, trembling. "You can undo one of those buttons on your cute little uniform." It was a demand, not a question or request. It couldn't be her, I thought. She had no way of finding me. Yet...... My trembling fingers found the button and opened it, displaying my cleavage. Doing as I was told. "Very, very pretty......pet," the woman told me. Pet.........My encounter at Carrie's office flashed through my mind. What had she said in the room with the monitors, displaying all of sentient Flo's user?........All my pets to play with. For now I had to get away from this woman. "What can I get you?" I asked pleasantly. "Why don't we start with a coffee........and see what happens next?"