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"Yes, they ARE a strange bunch," she had not noticed Lydia come down the staircase on the other side. "Now then, time to finish things off, here, I have present for you." She smiled and held out a flat, thin, dark-blue card box. Lita took it and lifted the lid. She breathed in in disbelief that this was really happening to her. "Oh...!" Lita whispered. Lydia walked behind her and took the box from her. "Let's put this on, shall we." She rested the middle of the necklace just above the centre of Lita's cleavage and then wound the gold chain around both sides of her neck and fastened the clasp in the centre of the back of her neck. Lita wriggled a little so that it fell naturally. She grabbed her bag and pulled her mirror out; she had to see how she looked. Nestling just above her cleavage sat a small cursive "Lita" in gold coloured metal which matched her earrings and accessories. "You'll need this as well." Lydia pinned a name badge onto her jacket. It had the Waverley logo around the top and in the middle, it read "Miss Lita Millen." "Oooh, I like that surname," said Lita, "but Miss, really? Shouldn't I be a Ms??" "No, you're a Miss. It's old fashioned, but it signals availability." "How dare you!" Lita semi-feigned outrage "Well, are you in a relationship Lita?" "Well....er...no." "Well then, why do you want to make it any more difficult to be in one than it has to be?" Lita couldn't think of a good answer on the spot, she was actually fine with Miss, and quite liked the sound of it, but she thought that girls were supposed to object to this kind of thing. So she had. "Now, I'll leave you to get on with your work Lita, we close up at six o clock, so maybe you'd like to go out and get dinner afterwards?" "What, you mean like this?" "Well of course dear, you look wonderful, I want to show you off!" That evening they both sat at a lakeside table at one of the nicer restaurants in the town. It was mid-week so it was a little quiet, but there was a pleasant half-full ambience to the place. Lita felt comfortable as she walked in and saw that all the other women in there were dressed smartly in dresses or skirts, most of them wearing heels, and she relaxed as her anxieties about being over-dressed and out-of- place evaporated. "What do you think you will do?" Lydia asked, "Will you keep the new body do you think?" Lita put her hands up to her face, she honestly didn't know yet. "Well, I love the new body so far, I have to say, but I don't want to commit just yet, just in case there is something about it that I discover that I don't like." "Very smart Lita, and don't worry, we have your old body ready for you. So if you decide to go back, that will be very easy to do. It will only take a couple of hours to replant you back into it, and retrospective neural mapping will only take about a day. I have to say though, I think you make quite a lovely young woman, and I think we'd miss our new receptionist if you decided to leave us!" Lita smiled, she was really warming to Lydia, she had been so nice to her. As the waitress arrived with a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses, Lydia held hers aloft and said, "To Lita, the newest, prettiest girl in town." Lita blushed and took a sip. It tasted incredible with her new heightened sense of taste. Then she lifted her own glass and said, "No, to Lydia, my new big sister." Lydia smiled a broad, sweet smile. "How lovely darling." They had not been sitting there much longer when they noticed a pair of men stand up and walk over towards them. Lita felt a little excited, but quite timid; she was not ready for any male attention yet. As they walked over, they were both well dressed and were about the same age and Lydia and Lita. They started to say hello, and asked if the girls were having a nice evening, they both smiled and said that they were, thank you. Then the men asked if they were dining by themselves and asked if they'd like a little company? Lydia smiled and dealt with them politely but firmly, she told them that she was spending some valuable time with her girlfriend and that thanks but, they were okay. The men nodded and went back to where they had been sitting, occasionally turning to check out the girls, mostly Lita. Lita was a little confused about her response to the men. "Don't worry darling," Lydia had explained," you are so so new into your new life that there is simply no way that you are ready to even think about relationships, sex, or even whether you prefer men, women or either. And you know, you can take as much time as you like to make those decisions, there is absolutely no pressure to do anything with anyone until you feel that that's what you want to do." Lita looked up at her and nodded. Lydia spoke so much sense, she was so glad that she was here to help to guide her. Lydia then looked up naughtily and secretively, and looked around as she pulled a small box from her bag and pushed it across the table to Lita. "Er, wait until nobody is looking until you look inside. I wanted to say that, as a woman, the research has already been done for you." Lita carefully lifted an edge of the box and looked inside. She gasped and then looked around in shock; nobody was looking at them. She lifted the lid a little more and then shut it firmly, looking at Lydia slightly embarrassed but also excited. "The larger one is called the Tiger Vibe," Lydia whispered, "that one goes deep inside you; while the little bullet one is to use on your clit." Lita breathed more quickly; she was excited to hear Lydia talk about female sex toys. She also wanted to get home and try out her new toys and feel how her new girl's body and genitals felt. As a man, she had never used sex toys to masturbate but she could see how they would be much more useful as an adjunct to a woman's pleasure at her own hands. They had chatted for the rest of the evening, Lydia excitedly telling her that they had recruited two more people for their study, and that she would come by the following morning to help Lita get dressed for the office and maybe they could have breakfast together. Lita had agreed enthusiastically. Then they had ordered a taxi which had taken them back to the Waverly Institute. The door was locked at this late hour but Lydia showed Lita how to open the door with her name badge which doubled as her security access for the building. Lydia walked her to the door, checked that she had her new package, winked mischievously at her and then told her to enjoy discovering herself. Lita flashed her badge at the door sensor and it had sprung open. She had quickly given Lydia a kiss on the cheek looked into her eyes and, feeling genuinely emotional, had said, "Thank you, big sister." Lydia had smiled a broad, warm smile and had then turned, got into the taxi and left. When she got back to her room, Lita set the box down on her dressing table and was about to start undressing herself when she thought she would just take one more look at herself in the mirror. She still looked sensational; her hair, makeup and earrings were all exactly as they should have been and, as she turned her body, she admired her wonderful girl's physique and how fantastic it looked in the perfectly fitting black suit, stockings and high heels. She was genuinely torn, she didn't want to take off the beautiful outfit, but at the same time she was becoming more and more excited at the thought of pleasuring herself and experiencing what her new, girl's genitals would feel like. It was not long before she was naked, lying on her back on top of her bedsheets, her legs widely parted with her knees bent, hungrily pulling the whirring Tiger Vibe as fully into herself as she could manage. "Oh my God!!" she breathed. The sensation was wonderful and she was incredibly aroused by the thought that she was being penetrated and that she was, in fact, a woman! With her other hand, as if just to make absolutely sure of this, she brought it up and started to rub her breast around. Her own, large-breasted female body was turning her on. "Oh my God, how much better does this get?!" she gasped, starting to worry that she wouldn't be able to take feelings of pleasure that were any more intense than she was already feeling. But she hadn't even used the little vibrator on herself yet, and her clitoris had not yet received any proper attention. Almost afraid of what would happen if she did, she held the revolving shaft with one hand so that it did not stop fucking her whilst she picked up the slim pink hand vibrator and lowered the tip of it down towards the upper part of her vulva; where she knew her clitoris was sitting up, waiting. "Fuck!" she screamed as she made first-contact and started to rub herself there. This was an entirely new level of sensation. For the first time, she started to give serious consideration to the idea that she would not return to her old body, but rather she would spend the rest of her life in this incredible new woman's body that they had made for her. She pressed the button to start the vibrator buzzing. She spent the next few minutes howling loudly in almost unbearable lust, alternating between not being able to stand the intense sensation of the vibrator, and then needing it back on her. When she came, it was like she had never had an orgasm before and she had no choice but to scream and moan uncontrollably, thrashing her body around as every nerve in her body discharged itself and she came alive in a way that she had never imagined could be possible. After it had finally damped down and she had pulled the dildo out of herself, she lay there; sweaty, hot and spent with an enormous smile fixed to her face. "I have to stay like this," she thought, "but what shall I DO if I am to stay as a girl and be Lita for the rest of my life? I mean, what does Lita DO - other than look amazing, wear amazing clothes and have the body of a genetic superwoman?" She laughed a little to herself when she realised that, if nothing else, that was a damn good start! And then she remembered what Lydia had said at the restaurant. Her advice had been excellent, she had remembered that she had plenty of time to make these sorts of decisions and didn't have to feel pressured into doing anything that she didn't want to before she felt ready. She relaxed, and once more reflected on how fond she was of Lydia, and how happy she was to have somebody to act as her guide and look out for her during this new beginning. Before she went to bed, she ran a hot bath, and whilst it was running, she followed the instructions that Lydia had given her about taking her makeup off and following her evening skin-care regime. "Being a girl is hard work!" Lydia had joked when she had seen Lita realise that she would now have to devote a significant part of her day to her physical appearance or 'beauty' as Lydia had called it. "Well, I suppose I have plenty of time in my days at the moment, so I might as well get used to it," she thought; and as she remembered how good she had felt all day, being the gorgeous little Lita and how explosive her orgasm had been, she thought that it might just be worth it. With her makeup removed and after a long soak in the bath she was exhausted. She put on a pair of pyjamas, wrapped the sheets around herself and settled down to sleep; she went out like a light. The following day she had been awoken to Lydia opening her door and pushing a trolley in whilst at the same time calling out "Room service!" in a silly voice. Lita had rubbed her face and rolled over to see her as she walked in, yawning as Lydia strolled over and set down a steaming coffee on her bedside table. "A flat white darling," she smiled, "and I've brought you a warm salmon bagel here and an almond croissant as well." "My god, I love you Lydia," Lita said, sitting up and sipping down the hot, silky coffee. Lydia had sat on the couch and eaten her own bagel from a light paper bag as she told Lita that they had a few appointments today but that it would probably be a good day for Lita to start using the time to do a little online shopping and fashion research. Lita had munched her bagel whilst still lying in bed; spilling a few crumbs onto her enormous chest. Her cotton pyjamas had formed a shelf to catch any stray droppings and this had forced her to sit up and be more careful about how she was eating. Remembering that she was now erring on the side of keeping her new body long-term and staying as a girl forever she asked, "Do I need to be on a diet or anything? I mean I don't particularly want to, but I don't want to be a fat girl now that I have this incredible body." "Ha!" Lydia scoffed, "well, it turns out that your enhanced body and your processor-intensive interfaces have what we have decided is 'not a bug, but a feature!'. You have a higher metabolic rate, and your interfaces consume a lot of glucose as their energy supply. What this means in real life, is that you can get away with eating way more than the average female can. You absolute bitch!" Lita's jaw opened, and then she smiled. She could eat and she wouldn't get fat! "Wow, Lydia, the more time I spend in this body, the more I think I want to stay in it." She blushed a little as she told her about how it had felt the night before when she had pleasured herself and she told her how much she had loved the way Lydia had dressed her up and how she had enjoyed wearing the smart, sexy, office clothes. Lydia had grinned and then said, "Well there'll be more of that today, we'd better get you up and to your post." Lydia prepared her again. This time she did her hair with much less volume and accentuated a centralised parting. Whilst, at the back she brought her hair up, and arranged it in a clever style which looked like a series of rolls and knots. With the large hoop earrings returned to her ears and all of her makeup applied, Lita loved her new look. As she eyed her 'Lita' necklace which hung around a jewellery post on her dresser, Lydia smiled and said, "not today darling". She had then dressed her in the high-necked chiffon blouse which fastened tightly and had a big pretty bow which tied under her chin. Lydia put her in the same skirt, but this time she gave her a pair of flower-patterned mesh tights to wear. She finished the outfit with a pair of lace-up, very high stiletto-heeled ankle boots which Lita felt made her look and feel incredibly sexy. In fact, when she walked about it them, she almost asked Lydia if she could just take ten minutes so that she could use the Tiger Vibe on herself. She didn't want to be late for the opening of the Institute though, so instead, she followed Lydia and took up her place at the reception desk; although this time, she felt more than a little aroused doing so. The day passed fairly slowly this time. She directed the occasional visitor and felt that she was becoming a lot more confident commanding their attention as she started to understand how good she looked and what bearing this had on their interactions. However, with the rest of her time, she sat, cross-legged and started to get sucked in to the online resources available for shopping and for women's fashion. This was obviously an enormous worldwide marketplace and Lita quickly consumed hours looking at outfits, dresses, shoes, earrings, handbags and makeup. She found that she was becoming increasingly excited about the options available to her as a woman but was also fairly overwhelmed by the enormous range of choice. When it was time for lunch, Lydia had come and sat with her and had brought her a tasty chicken salad to eat at her desk. "How's it going?" she had asked. Lita had fidgeted, rocking her feet from side to side on her tiny high- heels as she had explained that she was a little overwhelmed by quite how much choice there was and that she didn't really know where to start in terms of buying, clothes for herself or how she should dress. Lydia, had smiled warmly, held her hand and said, "Well, there is this thing which is quite popular with women all over the world that you might have heard of, called 'going shopping'," she wiggled her index and middle fingers on both hands to imitate speech marks. "This is where a couple of girls go out and try a bunch of stuff on so that they can figure out what they like," she giggled. "It's Saturday tomorrow and the Institute will be closed, so why don't we have a shopping date together? How would you like that?" "I would absolutely love that Lydia!" The rest of the day passed with only one further incident. Lita was starting to feel a little like she owned the place. When she walked around the facilities, those that her pass would allow her access to at least, she was treated with respect and smiles by the rest of the staff. She could see that the men, whilst they were polite about it, fully understood how beautiful she was and she was starting to enjoy the fun sense of power that she felt this gave her over them. Later in the afternoon, after she had just returned from the bathroom, where she had checked her hair and makeup and eyed up her sexy tights and high-heeled boots once more, she had sat herself down at her desk again and had thought about maybe ordering herself some shoes from an online catalogue. Before she could do this though, the door had opened and a man had walked in. He had an air of confidence about him but strolled casually up to her desk and looked down at her there. His face lit up with a kind but slightly mischievous grin when he saw her. When Lita saw him, she felt a little surprised with herself. She suddenly became very aware of her femaleness and remembered exactly what she was wearing and how she looked and started to feel a little self- conscious, like she wanted to be sure that she was looking good for him. My god, was she finding this man attractive?! She didn't usually find men attractive, what was happening?! She swallowed quickly and composed herself. "Good afternoon and welcome to the Waverley Institute!" she said, trying to exude as much warmth as she could, "My name is Lita. How can I help you today?" "Well, my goodness," he smiled, "I have an appointment with Charles Waverley." Lita was a little stumped as she was not expecting this man and had never even heard of a Charles Waverley. But then her phone rang and a man told her to send him over to the lift on the ground floor and that they would meet him downstairs. Lita conveyed this, feeling relieved that she didn't have to look silly in front of him. "Lita, how would you like to go out for a drink with me one evening this week whilst I am in town? I would love to get to know you a little." Lita choked up. She actually quite fancied this man, which was so odd because up until this point she had been a heterosexual man. She also felt entirely unready for this. She didn't know what to do. She wished Lydia would come down and bail her out of the situation and looked up to her door, but it was closed. She was on her own. She suddenly realised that she had none of the girlish wiles that she thought would be second- nature to stunning women who had grown up accustomed to constant male attention. She tried to go on the offensive. "What's your name?" she asked, buying herself a little time. "Oh, I'm sorry, it's James." He grinned broadly and held his hand out for her. She took it and shook it softly, aware of how small she was compared to the man. She wondered how his manly hands would feel on her body, and then shocked herself awake. She was nervous, but she decided to be brave and thought fuck it! "I'd like that James." "How about Monday night?" "Yes, that would be nice." She smiled, reminding herself that she was an unbelievably attractive girl and had no reason at all to feel shy or underconfident. "Marvellous," he smiled, "I'll be in touch!" The next couple of days went past in a blur for Lita. She had ended the day after she had met James by being dragged to the gym by Lydia to join her for a dance workout. It had been a lot tougher than Lita had been expecting and she had felt like she had been completely uncoordinated, knowing nothing about dancing or even any basic moves. Afterwards they had eaten Thai noodles together and Lita had told her about her date. Lydia almost spat her noodles out but had then given Lita a big hug and had said that they would buy her something nice to wear for it when they went shopping the next day. Finally, Lita had taken herself back to her room, removed her clothes and makeup, taken a quick shower and had then pleasured herself with her sex toys, this time imagining what it would be like to be being fucked by a man, specifically, the man that she had met that afternoon, James. She had screamed with her head back as she had orgasmed violently in response to the vibrator and to the thought of being enjoyed as a woman by a man. Lydia had taken her out for a shopping day on the Saturday. It had been a joyous experience for Lita. Firstly, Lydia had taken her to the bank and they had collected her bank cards and she had seen her new bank account. Lita had nearly cried when she had seen that, true to their word, they had opened her account with a full five million Euros. She had then gone on to spend ten thousand of those Euros on new clothes and shoes as Lydia had taken her on a tour of all of her favourite shops. The act of shopping, and her enjoyment of it, had only further crystallised her decision that she would be staying as a woman, and keeping her new body and life. Lita was so pleased when, on the Monday, she had dressed herself in a new suit that she had chosen especially for work. She felt that she had been maybe a little conservative, but still beamed as she put on her new blue suit with light tights and nude court high-heels. She didn't think she looked quite as good as when Lydia had dressed her, but was comfortable with this as she knew that she was still finding her own way with fashion and clothes. For the evening, and her first meeting with James, she kept the same heels and light tights, but swapped the suit for a little black fitted dress which she thought made her look smart, sexy and stylish but not in any way slutty. It was at this point, half an hour before she was supposed to be picked up, that Lydia had come in to give her a pep talk. Lydia had sat her down and had explained to her that a tried-and-tested approach to dealing with men was a system called "The Rules". "The Rules" stipulated what a girl should and shouldn't do on the first few dates. Lita listened eagerly as Lydia had laid it all out for her, all the feminine secrets that she had never known existed whilst she had been a man. After this, she knew that she was not supposed to have sex until the third date. It came as a relief to her as she didn't feel she was ready to do that, especially not on this first occasion and so young into her life as a woman. The date was actually really easy, relaxed and enjoyable. She found James to be incredibly easy to get along with; he was funny and polite and complimentary and made just enough of a fuss about her to make her feel special without it seeming forced or artificial. He did not try to be pushy in terms of physical contact with her either. She had worn a jacket over her dress, a long handbag over her shoulder and had felt confident and beautiful with him. After several days, she had completely mastered wearing high stiletto heels and now felt that this was just a normal part of being a woman. She had held his arm, her heels clicking confidently as he had walked her back to their car and he had let her out back at the main building of the Waverley Institute. She had felt a little churlish when it had looked like he was going to leave her there, but then he had turned and had taken her in his arms and had kissed her softly and she had realised that she was a now, at least partially, a heterosexual woman. His kiss ended too soon, and if it hadn't been for The Rules, she felt like she could easily have been persuaded to let him come inside, to her room, where she felt she would have let him do pretty much anything to her. After he had watched her safely back into the Institute, he had blown her a quick kiss and then left in the waiting car. Lita breathed a little sigh to herself. She had to pinch herself when she thought about the fact that she had just been on a date with a man; and had enjoyed it. This was not anything that she had envisaged doing when she had signed up for the research programme earlier in the month. Afterwards, she walked briskly back to her room, locked the door and followed what was now her night-time routine. She did not skip the part with the vibrators and spent the whole pleasure-session imagining that it was James who was doing all of these wonderful things to her. She was starting to fall in love with the idea of being a woman, and leading a woman's life. After another mind-blowing release she had rolled over again and had quickly fallen unconscious. She felt like such a girl when she sat at her desk the next day, looking at her new phone every five minutes, checking to see whether he had called or messaged her. Lydia was not in the office that day and she felt like her head was spinning because she could not unload her thoughts to anyone. By midday, she was starting to regret having not made herself look sexier the previous evening. Had he not been impressed with her?? Should she have taken him back to her room?? What had she done wrong?? She was feeling so much more emotional than she was used to and couldn't understand why it was all affecting her so much. She knew that girls were more emotional than men; but she still had the same brain inside her new body so it made no sense to her that she should be feeling like this. Also, when she had gone through the study information with Lydia, Lydia had explained to her that she would not have a menstrual cycle, as it was unnecessary. She had explained to Lita that her new genetically- engineered body would have to be infertile, as it would be against international biosafety law for her to be able to pass on her artificial genes to a baby. Lita had been fine with this at the time and now, as she remembered it, she ruled out the idea that she might be feeling the way she was because of her female hormones. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to relax for a minute. She remembered dreams that she had had the night before. She had spent a long night asleep but had had some of the most vivid and realistic dreams that she had ever had. Firstly, she had dreamt that she had been to a ball, and had been wearing a beautiful light-blue ballgown. It had been strapless and her breasts had swollen out of the front of it magnificently. The dress had tightly clamped her already tiny waist giving her the figure of a huge- breasted Disney princess as her dress exploded out below as enormous light, airy layers of skirt, puffed out with stiff petticoats underneath. Her feet had hurt more than usual and although she couldn't see them, she knew that she was wearing a pair of high white sandals underneath the dress. She had been at the ball with James and the whole scene was a blurry wash of feelings of sexual hunger and a sense that she was an incredibly desirable woman. As the dream had progressed, she had gradually wanted to have sex with James more and more and had started to have increasingly depraved female desires. The dream had then moved on to the pair of them in a large bed together. Lita was still wearing her ballgown but was consumed with sexual hunger and was sucking his cock as he lay on his back. She remembered feeling a mixture of confusion about how she had ended up performing this sex act and why she was enjoying it so much. She was loving how his cock felt in her mouth and she was ecstatic at the idea that she was pleasuring him in such a sexy and submissive way. She felt a need to please him which was new and it was utterly intoxicating to her. The next thing she remembered she had been on all fours and he had beam reaming her with his cock inside her back passage. She had never ever imagined being taken by a man in her ass but found herself in a helpless state of borderline orgasm unable to resist the mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretched her with every thrust and she breathed and gasped her way through the whole thing; not knowing whether she wanted it to end or to never end. The memories of the dreams only made her feel more unsettled, vulnerable and confused. "I'll ring Lydia," she thought and dialled her number. It started to ring. She started to feel incredibly strange. The room started to feel like it was fading and the phone ring started to phase in and out, sounding like weird electronic noises. I don't feel well.....I can't move properly, someone, help me, someone, Lydia, please help me.... A crystal-clear voice cut through the chaos. It was an emotionless sound; a female computer voice. "Cortical mapping complete. Neural lace fully implanted. Calibration complete and verified. Neural interfacing is now complete. Subversion programme has acquired all recognition data and is now terminating. Initiating subject sensory input and motor switch over to - native. Mannequin mode active." Lita opened her eyes. The world felt much more real all of a sudden. Gone was the pleasant hue and feeling of comfortable safety that she had grown used to since she had been inside the new body. She was in a room that reminded her of when Lydia had taken her down to the basement to show her her new body for the first time. She could feel that she was sitting in a comfortable chair. She could feel that she was dressed in a loose, comfortable top and trousers and that her feet were bare and were placed upon a carpeted floor. It was very odd because she couldn't seem to move her body or head at all except for her eyes; to look about. She had no idea what was happening to her but realised that something was very wrong. She tried to feel her body. She was still Lita, wasn't she?? A feeling of fullness at her chest told her that she did indeed still have a large pair of breasts, whilst her angle of view out into the world suggested that she was still inhabiting the body of a small woman. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakens!" she heard a woman's voice. From her side, she saw a lady walk into her field of view. She recognised her from the promotional video that she had watched that first day when she had received the email. "I suppose you're probably wondering what's happening right now, aren't you?" she smiled, quite coldly but clearly enjoying herself. "Well, let me tell you, now that you are REALLY awakening. I'm afraid that you might have signed up to a just little bit more than you were expecting. I know you thought you had signed up for phase two of our little project, but what you've actually been enrolled in is a bit more involved than that. You see, in THIS process, your brain has been connected to the same interfaces that you experienced in the subversion environment; the ones that let your brain connect to your new body." Subversion environment? Subversion environment? What the hell was she talking about? The Professor saw her looking about frantically, suddenly panicking. "Oh yes, silly me," she laughed. "Yes, the existence that you were just having was only a computer simulation I'm afraid; it wasn't real. As I was saying, you have not only been connected to the necessary interfaces to connect your brain to a new body, but you have also been implanted with a complete neural lace and numerous cognitive control devices. These are like little filaments which have spread throughout your entire brain and infiltrated every part of you. Their remit is to connect to all of your higher brain functions; the parts of your brain that control your thoughts, feelings and senses. The whole purpose of the subversion program, that you were just living in, was to map all of THESE implants onto your higher brain functions so that now we can control your movement, sensation, sight, hearing and even your thoughts and feelings." She stared at the woman. Her mind absolutely racing in terror, held fast in a state of complete control. "It works the other way as well," she continued, "the mapping allows every part of your thoughts to be read, and this information is automatically fed into a control program which we will install inside you and which will manage you from now on. It will have complete control of you. You will be at its mercy, and there is no possible way for you to free yourself from it." She smiled a little. "All of the things you just lived through were specially designed to allow our control system to gain access to the deepest parts of your mind. Thank you for cooperating so nicely with us." She grinned. "Now we have a little time, having extracted all of your data, whilst your control program compiles itself. So it's amusing for me to hear what you have to say." She typed at the keyboard. "FREE VERBAL COMMUNICATION. FREE MOVEMENT -HEAD ONLY." Lita's head suddenly responded to her urge to move. She could move her mouth. "Help!" she cried out. "I don't want this, somebody please help me! Lydia!! Help me Lydia!!" The woman sniggered. "Lydia...." she said and smiled a broad grin at the helpless Lita before her face moved to a more concerned expression, "Hey now, it's not ALL bad." Lita screwed her face up in frustration; it was difficult to see in what way this could not be "bad." "In fact, I think you are actually quite a lucky new slave; your remit for your new owner is something that a natural bimbo like you might actually quite enjoy!" Lita was aghast, Owner? Slave? Natural Bimbo?? What did it all mean? "Now dear, your control program has finished compiling so I'm uploading it into all the clever hardware that is inside your head. Once I activate it, it will completely take over your free will." Lita was terrified, she started crying. "Soothe, ten percent," the woman said to the room. Lita felt immediately calmer. "It's not going to be horrible, slavegirl A56, but rather, you will have no choice other than to be the bimbo that you always should have been. There will only be a limited choice for you about what to wear, what to say, and who to fuck and when; and this will all be decided for you by your new control system. You will HAVE to obey and we will make sure that you try your very hardest to please your new owner." She smiled as she watched some numbers on the screen. "Yes, the marketing team loved your artwork and your renderings of this....slut," she gestured at Lita's paralysed female body," I'm sure it will amuse you to hear that several of these pictures were included in your sales prospectus so that all of your prospective buyers could see exactly what kind of girl you are." Lita was still stupefied by the powerful soothe effect and unreal nature of what this woman was telling her; she simply couldn't accept that something so unbelievable was actually happening to her. She started to tell herself that she would wake up one final time and would be back at home, as a man, and all of this would be just a sexual fantasy that had made its way into an insanely vivid dream. And then she realised that this was not going to happen. "Almost there now," the Professor smiled, "it is a big upload. You will synchronise wirelessly every time you connect to wi-fi, that way manual commands can be fed into your management schedule." She continued, "Now. Probably the most effective part of your new control regime, certainly the most.... exciting." she grinned mischievously, "is something that we discovered when we played a little with the phase one units. It's so simple, but seems to be remarkably effective; the decision that makes a thousand decisions, if you like." Lita didn't understand what she meant but was starting to be able to feel worry again. "Let me show you." She smiled thinly and went back to the computer. "In a moment I will initiate your arousal management system slave A56. You see, after studying female sexual arousal, we have found just the right combination of levers within your brain to gently tug upon." She walked up to Lita and gently stroked the side of her head. "Female sexual need is stimulated by areas in the prefrontal gyrus, the limbic system and of course, an area in the amygdala that we like to refer to as 'The Devil's Playground'." She smiled sadistically before continuing, "And inhibited by areas in the temporal lobe; which can of course be supressed. Now. If I do THIS." She pressed a button on the keyboard. Lita felt a small but unignorable wave of arousal coursing through her, it was faint, but there was a deep animal quality of raw lust within it. She suddenly looked up in horror at how the woman had been able to make her feel that way at a keystroke. The sensation faded gradually, but she could still feel that she had not returned to normal. "Yes. Can you feel that now, that's better isn't it? Can you feel how your slave-girl desires will feel?" She touched Lita again. This time it felt much gentler and more sensual to her. The professor smiled as she saw that her young victim understood what she could now be subjected to. "Your arousal algorithm will slowly, so slowly, increase the intensity of your needs, gradually making you crave a sexual release more and more. Now of course, in your previous life you could simply go and masturbate and this urge would pass off for a while. But pleasure units, such as yourself, are forbidden from stimulating themselves unless it is strictly for the pleasure of their owners." Lita looked at her, speechless, her mouth hanging open. "This alone will be enough to ensure that you are always receptive, needful and very appreciative of your owner's attentions. You will not have to work hard to be responsive to their touch and you will find that you will be a very lively and enthusiastic sexual partner. However, your owner will be your only source of sexual release and you will also find that if you do not manage to capture their interest then you will be literally driven half insane by your new female needs." Lita looked at her in absolute horror. "This will ensure that you are an attentive pleasure girl for your new owner." She smiled sweetly, and then stopped abruptly. "Right, your control program is now uploaded and ready to be started. Before I start it, you need to realise that it will not alter the arousal system that I just described, rather it sits on top of this and.... well, you'll get the picture." Her finger hovered over the button. "Oh yes, I almost forgot, there is just one more thing that you need to be aware of. When I activate the control program, it will restrict your access to your own memories. All of the memories from your previous life up until your arrival here will be taken away from you. This is so that you can concentrate on thinking about your new life and focus on how you will please your new owner." "No," Lita's lip quivered," no, please, don't do that!" The professor ignored her. "Slave A56, I am activating your control program now, consider yourself deployed, someone will be along shortly to do your hair and makeup. I'm sure you will represent the company well as the latest model in our product line." Lita felt something come alive inside her. She was terrified. She saw the professor turn and leave her alone in the room, closing the door behind her. Oh my god, this could not be happening! But she could move now! Should she make a run for the door and try and get away? "No darling, I don't think you really believe that you will be allowed to do that now do you?" it was Lydia! But where was she, and how was she hearing her?! "Why don't you come and sit down at the dressing table, darling," the words carried with them a sense of compulsion. Lita found herself walking, like a puppet on a string, and sitting as she had been instructed. "Good girl!" Lydia's voice was relaxed, warm and full, but where was she?! "Now, Jenna is coming along to comb and blow dry your hair and then to put your makeup on for you. But why don't you dress yourself properly, we have a flight to catch and I don't want you to be late. Let's take these silly research clothes off now." The words again resonated through her, leaving a sense that they simply had to be obeyed. She stood up, faced the mirror, slipped her trouser bottoms down and pulled her feet out from them. She folded them up and placed them to the side of her stool. She could see her bare, perfectly smooth legs. "Yes, your body was actually grown to be hairless, so it will never have to be shaved, or have hair removed from it again. Yes, completely, why not look between your legs." Lita opened her legs. As she did so, she noticed that she had a tattoo coming down the outside of her left thigh. It was a beautiful and elaborate black outline of a tangle of flowers and their stems. "Oh my!" she thought to herself. It looked pretty but it had clearly been added to her body after she had last viewed it; at which time there had been no tattoos at all. She looked between her legs and saw that her pubic area was beautifully smooth and hairless. She lifted her top and saw that the tattoo extended all the way up her left side, a pattern of flowers which continued up to border the bottom and side of her left breast. As she lifted the top over her breasts, she looked at them anxiously, how big were they? She had enormous pert breasts which sat high upon her chest without a suggestion of sag about them. But her eyes widened as she saw that, in each nipple, she now wore a steel barbel; two little balls now rested against each side of each nipple. She was a little scared; what else had been done to her? "Maybe I'll let you play with those a little bit later on" Lydia said "keep on going though, we have a lot to do." Lita pulled the tracksuit top over her head and set it down on top of the trousers. She was now completely naked. She sat herself down and saw herself in the mirror, her huge breasts with their nipple-piercings made her feel ashamed. She felt her shoulders sagging and her back arching down. "Oh no Lita, we can't have that. Sit yourself up properly. Now!" Scolded, she felt herself lifting her head up, putting her feet and knees together, correcting her spine and placing her hands in her lap so that her breasts sat proudly forwards and on display again. "That's better dear," Lydia smiled, "much better. See that you always sit like that, I will help you to remember." Lita looked at the small, pretty girl in the mirror with the sad look on her face. Then she watched in horror, as she felt her face being adjusted and pulled into a pretty, vacuous smile. "There now, that's much better. Now, I think you must be getting cold sat there with nothing on, so let's get you dressed whilst we wait. Yes, just there, that's right." Lita noticed a pile of clothes neatly folded on the dresser. From the top, she lifted a tiny pair of black lacy panties. The touch of the black lace on her fingertips sent an involuntary wave of pleasure through her and she remembered what the woman had said about her having an arousal system which would make her feel sensitised in this way. She wanted to cry at how completely helpless she had become, but she knew somehow that this was forbidden and the vacuous, obedient smile remained fixed on her face. "Why not put them on darling?" Unable to stop herself from obeying Lydia's commands, she stood, passed one foot and then the other through the leg holes of the panties, and then stood up, pulling them up with her as she rose. She pulled the thin sides upwards, spreading her legs to allow the panties to rise up into her crotch. At the back there was not the wide strip of material that she was used to but rather a thin strip which slid tightly in between her buttocks. She gasped when she felt the thin material pulling right up to her newly sensitised anus as she fixed the sides of the panties so that they sat high on top of each hip. "Oh my god!" she thought. She had never worn a thong before and was shocked by how it made her feel. "To stimulate or not to stimulate, that is the question," mused Lydia. Lita started to fret; she thought her arms were about to start shaking. "Soothe ten percent. Ssshhhh. Don't worry baby," Lydia soothed. Lita felt a little wave of calm bring her down. "Thank you," she said aloud to the empty room. "The difficulty that you will face, is that in order to comply with your directive, you will have to make yourself look sexy, and stimulating, for your owner. The rub, is that the clothes you wear and actions that you take in order to do this will also inflame your own desires even more. See how nice you look in those sexy panties, and how nice they make you feel." "Yes, Lydia, they arouse me," Lita almost shouted in confession; wanting to cry with shame. "I know darling, it's only natural for a girl like you, shhh now." She felt herself winding down just a little again. "Now the thing is, you are not to be told who your owner is just yet. So I'm afraid you are just going to have to look your absolute best at all times, and be on your very best behaviour; just in case you do happen to encounter them. And you WILL encounter them at some point, believe me. Ah, here we are." The door opened. "Hello Lita," the girl who had been sat at reception that first day had walked in, she was holding two large makeup cases. "I am A39." Lita felt her inside her own head. "sit still slave A56, and I will prepare you for your deployment." Lita sat up obediently and faced ahead, looking straight into the mirror. The next fifteen minutes passed with silence between the two of them. Slave A39, or 'Jenna', as Lita remembered from her name badge, quickly washed her hair. Then she expertly brushed and blow-dried it into the style that she had worn when she had been sat in the chair by herself, when he had first observed her. The blown, parted hair looked so familiar to her. She tried to remember where it was from, but she couldn't think! "There are a few things that I want you to carry with you from your old existence, and this is one of them." In the corner of the mirror, a picture appeared. It was a computer rendering of a girl who looked just like her. Her hair was blown into the same big, parted, wavy and airy style that Jenna was shaping right now on her head. Her face looked slightly gaunt, lacked expression and had fat, almost puckered lips. Jenna had finished her hair. She held up a mirror so that Lita could see the thick platinum blonde waves falling freely down to the small of her back behind the chair. "Now I need you to be brave girl for me now okay?" Lydia said in her big-sister voice. Jenna had opened her case on a table behind her and was taking some things out. The next thing Lita felt was a cold wet swab across her forehead and then Jenna working it around the rest of her face and lips. Lita realised that she had never actually been made-up in real life and that all of her 'experience' in the subversion environment had been a big lie. They had never cleansed her before they had applied her makeup there. "Now hold still baby," Lydia said. Lita felt her body and head movement freeze. She panicked. Lydia shushed her and gave her a twenty percent soothe. Lita needed it because she saw Jenna coming up behind her holding a syringe fitted with a fine needle. Her eyes moved about frantically, trying to see what was happening. Jenna spoke, but somehow it felt like it was coming from Lydia. "Now we could probably simulate this look by programming your facial movement interface, but why not have the real thing?" Jenna gently lifted Lita's hair away from the side of her head. She moved the needle tip towards Lita's forehead. Lita's eyes desperately rolled up, the only movement currently allowed to her as she felt a tiny prick and then a little pressure. Jenna was quick and repeated the process several times. Lita sat there in disbelief. She could see herself, a helpless, controlled, beautiful bimbo, sat in a chair in a secret research facility, her hair done like a glamour girl, having her face injected with botulinum toxin. "Oh come now, don't be so melodramatic," this time it was Lydia's voice, "lots of women pay very good money for exactly this treatment." Jenna continued making her injections, this time around the outsides of Lita's eyes. "I've heard that girls as young as eighteen are now having this done so that they can look like their idols and so that they can prevent those nasty laughter lines from ever forming." Jenna stood back. "Now it takes a week or two for the Botox to fully work, so you'll be able to watch as your inner bimbo starts to slowly emerge, a day at a time. There now." Lita felt her face relax; it was like control had been returned to her. She looked at Jenna, a piteous expression on her face. She raised her eyebrows, trying to defiantly show that they still worked, even though she knew that the bacterial toxin was inexorably seeping in to her nerve endings and would slowly start to exert its effects, turning her into a fake-looking bimbo over the next two weeks. In a blank parody of concern, Jenna took a swab and gently patted Lita around the face to mop up the tiny spots of blood that had appeared after her Botox had been introduced. "Just one more thing to do before we can start to paint you up like the glamourous beauty that you are. Now hold still dear." Lita felt her head being frozen again. She wanted to cry. The mirror changed, this time lighting up with a new series of pictures. There were four pictures, a progression, showing a transformation from a normal- looking mousy-haired girl in the first frame, to her final look in the last frame. One of the things that was obvious to her was how her lips had swollen throughout the process. "Oh no, please not that!" she thought, hoping that Lydia could hear her. "This is normally an extremely painful injection, but don't worry darling, I have switched off all the pain fibre traffic from your lips now, this will not hurt a bit." "Please, I don't want this!" the voice echoed inside her skull as Jenna approached her holding a different syringe. She wasted no time positioning the tip at Lita's upper lip and then Lita felt a sensation of pressure there. "Why are you doing this to me!" she screamed inside her own head. "This is a very specific look that has been assigned for you." "I don't want it!" she yelled. "But you designed it yourself. All WE are doing is bringing out your inner beauty that was already there, lying dormant." She felt Jenna at the other side of her upper lip, and then pressure there as well. "You are lying," Lita sobbed silently, the memory of her previous creation, now taken from her, was replaced by confusion about why this new, prescribed alteration to her appearance resonated so strongly within her and affected her so deeply. She was almost aroused to be having her lips puffed up with permanent collagen filler injections. "Almost done now darling, and believe me, you are really going to love these once we get some lipstick onto them for you." Thirty seconds later and it was all over. Lydia returned control to her body and hit her with another dose of soothe. Lita sat in the chair, soporific and sedate, looking at her puckered swollen lips. "Now let's make you beautiful." Jenna pulled over a stool and sat in front of Lita, her other bag opened onto the top of the dressing table. Lita sat, still wearing just her panties, obediently still as Jenna put on a pair of latex gloves. "These won't hurt a bit darling. The holes are well healed now as the piercings were made weeks ago." What was she talking about now!? She saw Jenna take the back off a tiny metal stud and then move towards her face. She felt herself immediately frozen again and then Jenna's gloved fingers under her top lip, inside her mouth on the left. With her other hand, Jenna lifted the small stud to her face and then carefully threaded the little post into a tiny hole which Lita had not even noticed just above the outside left edge of her upper lip. Jenna fiddled a little as she fitted the back of the stud and then Lita felt her squeeze the two ends together. Jenna moved back to her bag and Lita looked at herself in the mirror with a concerned look taking hold on her face. "Ah yes, the trademark Monroe piercing, how lovely Lita." The tiny steel ball was the only blemish on her otherwise perfect skin. It looked like the body-piercing equivalent of a beauty spot, just above and to the side of her collagen-puffed lip. "Now, tongue out darling." Lita felt herself pushing out her tongue uncomfortably. In no time at all, Jenna was there again, this time with a sturdy bar with a large steel ball on the top. "No! Not that!" Lita screamed, her face and throat refusing to obey her in the slightest as Jenna swiftly popped the stud through an established hole in the centre of Lita's tongue and reached underneath it with some fine pliers. She felt Jenna's hand tense as she fitted some kind of fixing to the bottom of her new tongue stud. "No!" she sobbed silently inside her own head. "Please take that out of me! It's...demeaning!" "Okay baby, okay," Lydia soothed. Lita could feel Lydia manipulating her mind out of the sense of despair and could feel another strong wave of soothe wash over her. "There now," Lydia soothed. Lita's head was swimming. "There's really nothing to worry about darling. This is all quite quite standard for a pleasure female." The last words, "pleasure female," echoed around inside her stunned mind until her senses returned to her. She looked at her reflection again as her tongue slipped back inside and she gingerly started to press it against the roof of her mouth; testing how it would feel. It was not painful, but the large metal ball was difficult to ignore and it was impossible to dislodge from its new home in one of her most intimate organs. She continued her travels around her mouth and felt the rounded back of the inside of the 'Monroe' piercing stud with the end of her tongue, running it over and over, quite unable to expel it; even if she had been allowed to try. Would she really have to be seen like this? "Oh, don't worry darling," Lydia's warm voice returned, "we will make you look so lovely, just you wait." Jenna looked up and started to explain to her about creating her look with makeup. "Today we will apply your main look," she explained, "This base look will take a little practice as it is full makeup and involves some advanced blending techniques, however you will probably end up wearing it most of the time. This is actually a good chance to let you see what your control program can do for you." After that she walked over to the side of the room, sat down in the only other chair, and then crossed her legs. Lita looked at herself in the mirror. She felt like a wounded puppy. Suddenly the mirror started to come alive and her reflection started to look strange. She saw her face almost turn into a diagram. At the same time, she felt herself reaching into the makeup bag in front of her. She held a tube in her hands, unscrewed it and squeezed something onto her fingers. The image in front of her glowed and she started to smear the product onto her own face, guided by glowing shades superimposed onto her reflection in the mirror. "This is amazing," she thought as, one by one, she took new products from the bag and started expertly applying them to herself, all the time, the mirror acting as an interactive guide and her hands working on autopilot. "You see, I shall make you beautiful," she heard Lydia's voice between her ears as she was painting in her eyebrows. Just when she was ready for them, she held her head steady, looking ahead, as Jenna appeared with tweezers and set a number of false eyelashes in place. Lita moved on to her lip-gloss whilst she waited for them to dry. The final touches were a thick brushing of volume-enhancing black mascara and a few fine sprays of perfume from a little bottle which Jenna had handed to her at the end. Lita's heightened sense of smell caught the sweet, sexy fragrance and she gave an involuntary sigh of arousal. Finally released from control, she looked up to see her face perfectly made up. Her puffy lips did indeed look spectacular, immaculately coated in thick shocking-pink lip gloss. She looked at her newly enforced pout and imagined that her forehead was already starting to look smoother now that it was uniformly covered with foundation. "There now," she could hear a satisfied smiled upon Lydia's face. She heard Jenna collect her things and then leave the room unceremoniously. "You must be getting cold, sat there in just your panties." Once again, she felt the compulsion to act. Remembering the pile of clothes, she lifted off a substantial black lace bra. "Of course, my breasts are enormous," she thought as she clipped the numerous sturdy hooks into their eyelets, swung the bra around her body and passed the straps over her arms. "I know, you are massive darling, but we still wear a support that compliments us." As she fitted the cups around herself, Lita could feel that they pulled her breasts upwards and pressed them together a little. She wriggled, adjusting the bra so that it sat as best as she could make it, but it still felt like it was emphasising her already huge, implanted breasts so that they were even more lifted. "Oh my god!" Lita gasped aloud. Lydia sniggered. "Put the top on darling, you'll be able to see your bra though it." Lita picked up the small black lacy garment. She held it up, it was see- through and had patterns of flowers in a mesh of black lace. It looked like it was a piece of lingerie. She didn't know quite how it was supposed to fit onto her. "Like this silly," Lydia laughed. Lita found herself unfastening a string of poppers on what she now realised was the underside of the garment. She slipped it over her head and passed her arms down the long sleeves which finished at each wrist. Then she pulled the material down herself, stretching it over her body and pulling it so that the free edges hung down between her legs at the front and back. Then she reached down and started popping all the fastening together which pulled the whole thing tightly into all of her curves and made the pattern of flowers expand across her belly and breasts. "This is called a 'body', darling. It can be worn with a skirt or trousers, or maybe just by itself when you are entertaining your owner." Lita looked at herself and blushed; she looked like she belonged in a lingerie catalogue. "We are travelling by plane today, so I've decided on a casual look, I hope you don't mind...." Lita picked up a pair of tight blue jeans and put them on. The 'body' emerged from the perfectly fitted waist of them after she had buttoned them closed. "Almost done now. In fact, I shall call our car." Under Lydia's final guidance, Lita took a pair of large brushed-silver hoop earrings and set them in the single piercings that she had in the lobes of each of her ears. They fell to just above her shoulders. Lita closed her eyes when she saw herself in them, they made her feel uncomfortably excited about how sexy she looked. Then Lydia directed her to a cardboard box on the floor. Lita lifted the large flat box onto the dressing table and lifted the lid. Underneath the crinkly white paper there were, what looked like thick black folds of a puffy artificial leather. Unable to resist now, Lita lifted the first of the boots out and gasped. It was a thigh length black boot with a pencil-thin five-inch stiletto heel. She wasted no time dropping the boot and feeding her foot into the end of it. The almost rubbery, airy feel of the foamy inside of the artificial leather felt wonderful as she drew it up her leg. She worked the top of the boot up her thigh until she had to press her foot down so that it slotted into the shoe portion. It seated perfectly, she could feel the material all around her foot in the perfectly fitting boot and the enormous heel rocked precariously underneath. She bent over and drew up the little zip which closed the boot around her foot and ankle, giving it its sexy, feminine shape. She repeated the same process until she wore the matching pair. "Now, up you get Princess," Lydia said irresistibly. Lita stood herself up. She was so angry at how she was so readily controlled and so scared of Lydia's new power over her that she tried desperately to deny to herself the memories that she held of herself from the subversion environment. She wanted to deny that she had loved Lydia and how she had loved wearing her high heels. She felt like she would betray herself by admitting to herself that this was still the case, even though now she was being forced to wear them as a fully controlled slave. "Now, don?t be bashful Lita, it is not becoming in a pleasure girl." "I?m not a fucking ?pleasure girl?!" Lita thought, still unable to express herself though speech. "Really Lita, well I can see that you perhaps need a little lesson then," Lydia sounded like she was telling off an annoying child. "How do you feel if I do, THIS. Lust, ten percent." Lita felt a wave of arousal and pleasure course through her. She closed her eyes and put her head back as the lustful feeling swept over her. Her head still lifted in pleasure, she felt Lydia opening her eyes as her mouth also fell open in a gasp of pleasure. She breathed slowly out with desire, cupping her own breasts with her hands and gently rubbing herself. The feelings from her heightened, sensitive skin and the flesh of her breasts were deeply intense, almost overwhelming. With her roaming hands, she could feel the playful, springy-softness of the huge silicone implants that her breasts now housed. "Ahhhhhh," she gasped involuntarily. She then felt herself pulled up into a standing position, with her arms at her sides, forced to look at her own aroused, helpless and stunningly beautiful female form. The feeling of someone else controlling her was disturbing but also pervertedly erotic in her state of forced arousal. She felt a warm sensation in her sex and then also a slight dampness there. "Look at yourself." The command was beautifully irresistible. She looked down her reflection in the mirror. The black lacy body looked amazing on her. She could make out the lines of her body tattoo through the black webbing. She turned side-on and felt a further wave of lust course through her as she saw how she looked in her slouchy stiletto-heeled thigh boots. "Oh my god, I look incredible," she breathed out loud through her real voice. "Yes. Yes, you do darling." Lita came to, and took a series of deep breaths. She tried to calm her sense of excitement. She tried to remind herself that something terrible was happening to her, but Lydia caught her before she could. "No darling," she whispered sweetly, immediately carrying her mind away from those thoughts and back to the wonderful sensations that she was feeling in her body. -- Lita walked down the long corridor. She took quick, short steps on the tiny high heels. Every few steps she would slightly lose her balance on one of her stilettoes and would be forced to quickly correct herself. "Cheap boots I?m afraid," Lydia said, "Twenty-eight Euros from Asos, reduced from fifty. Good quality heels are usually better and well balanced, but cheaper shoes are, well, more challenging. It doesn?t matter though, today you are a cheap date, and in any case a girl like you needs to master walking in even the sluttiest high heels, so shoes that demand precision are no bad thing for you." Lita sulked slightly to herself, she didn?t like how Lydia was talking but didn?t want to pick another fight with her; she knew that she would lose. So she continued her rapid strut down the corridor. A big part of her was still in complete denial and was hoping that Lydia and her were still good friends; she needed a friend or a big sister now more than ever. "Of course, we?re good friends, silly," Lydia said warmly. "I will always be there for you darling, and of course I am still your big sister." She felt the animosity that she had towards Lydia fading away slightly. Was she doing this? She hoped Lydia would not force her to do anything else that she did not want to, but with the resentment being gradually purged by the control implants in her brain, Lita was left with one single appeal to Lydia?s mercy; "Please look after me," she begged, as she was walked farther and farther down the corridor. "Of course I will, darling, now let me help you with that," Lita felt her resistance further melting away with Lydia?s calm voice reverberating within her. "I?m adding just a little routine to your walk now Princess, now, try THIS," Lydia said. Lita?s rhythmic strut changed ever-so-slightly. She kept the same fast, short-stepping rhythm, but now she was swinging each foot a little further towards the midline and it made her walk feel more sensual and her hip movement more exaggerated. It gave her more of a catwalk strut. "That?s nice darling, I?m adding this to your walking sub-routine." Lita didn?t like the way that she was being referred to like a piece of computer software, but she silently carried on with her new hip-wiggling strut until she stepped through the door at the end of the corridor. She had appeared, back in the original foyer of the Waverley Institute?s reception area, having just walked along a corridor on the ground floor and entered in the middle of the back of the room, just behind the central staircase. As she moved onto the laminate flooring, she heard herself clicking with each step and had to be especially careful with her footing as the tiny plastic surfaces of her boots felt like they skidded on it. "Ah, Lita, here you are, your car is waiting," she heard from the reception level just above. Lita walked around and saw that a pretty blonde girl was sitting there with a calm, placid smile upon her face. Lita felt something inside her head, like the girl was connecting with her somehow. "Nice boots!" she heard a young girl?s thin voice. Lita looked up at the reception girl who met her eyes, smiled and nodded lightly back at her. Lita suddenly realised that she was the girl who had been in the promotional video. She couldn?t remember the details but she remembered that she had felt aroused by her. She was now wearing a light-blue skirt suit with white high-heeled sandals. Lita breathed out slowly. "You look so beautiful," she heard herself thinking back to her, "I want to be a girl like you." She couldn?t stop herself; it was like her innermost thoughts were automatically coming to the surface and then telegraphing themselves. "Thank you, Lita, that?s very sweet of you! I?ll send you a link for the suit and shoes if you like, I think you?d be able to pull this off as a fellow blonde," the voice came back, playful and friendly. Lita?s attention was pulled away to the car that was waiting for her outside. She cast one last glance at the reception girl. "Thank you," she thought and then she walked out through the automatic doors. The driver came out to meet her and held the rear door open, ready for her to get in. She kept her composure and ignored that he was checking her out.