Imposter

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional. For those unowned Subs and Sissies: Rules: 1. I know, you want a mistress, you need a mistress… and you just don’t have one, well right now, you can have one, just for a little while. Go to a mirror, look yourself in the eye, and declare it, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s sissy slut.” 2. I want you to put on something girlie for me, lipstick is ideal, that way I feel like I marked you… Some men mark their women by spraying their load on their face… I like to make my men wear makeup… but if you don’t have that, panties are fine… or totally dress up!  But if you have nothing, lift up those balls so nothing gets damaged and cross your legs like a woman! 3. I want you to get into the minds of our protagonists… Full empathy, full exhilaration… If Darren speaks, you say anything in his quotes.  Same thing for Giselle!  Goog girl.  4. No cumming until after the story, but you better keep yourself aroused.  5. You are my slut until the story is over and you cum… my last gift to you is having you cum.  But if you like it, your last gift will be feedback. Be a good girl, give feedback.Enjoy.

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Imposter

By: Mistress Dyvia Chapter 1

Darren was aware that his alarm was going off, he wasn't sure how long it was going off, but there it was. He reached forward, and pressed the snooze button on the old school alarm clock his wife had insisted he keep. But it wasn't over, behind the alarm clock was a cell phone also making jingling noises. He reached over and shut it off. 

He laid there for a minute, it was so hard to get up. He was still in a fog. He was always in a fog, last year he had been diagnosed with a neurological condition, and he had to take medications for it. They always left him in a fog. Even getting up was so hard, he just tried to sit up, and it felt like somebody was holding his shoulders down, he shook his head. He had to get up.

Once he fully sat up there seemed to be a weight that came off his shoulders, and he sagged over. Eventually he kicked the blankets off, slid his legs around and put his feet into the comfy slippers.  He got up and slowly made his way to the bathroom. He stood there as he did his business, looked into the mirror and realized he needed a good shave, but that would come after his shower.

He did take a minute to brush his teeth, washed his mouth out with water before mouthwash… and rinced with water… again. It was kind of his unusual habit that he's had since he was a kid. He opened the door to the bathroom, turned the corner, walked down the hall, then down the stairs, and around the corner until he found his wife,Tomila in the kitchen. 

“Good morning my love!” She was leaning over a chair, almost like she was waiting for him. A cell phone on the placement in front of her, probably reading the news or watching a video. 

"Good morning. There's coffee waiting for you.” he almost regretted brushing his teeth minutes earlier, but he needed that morning start. 

He took a sip. Then another, and another until about a third of the cup was gone. "I'm going to take a shower, I don't want to be late for the interview.”

She replied kindly, he'd been out of work for a while, as he was finally getting somewhat used to the fog. He was never quite as quick as he used to be, but he was sure that he was smart enough to get employed again.

He made his way back upstairs, and into the bedroom. From there he went to the closet and picked out a nice shirt and tie, a pair of slacks and a blazer, he thought the look would be good for the interview. He laid them out in the bed, and then made his way to the bathroom. 

He used a bar of soap and a washcloth to wash down his skin, he was about halfway through when he heard his wife knocking the door. “Need a hand with anything?" 

He shut off the water, and pulled back the shower curtain, exposing his skin to the cold air, "do you mind washing my back?” 

She smiled, “of course." She walked over and took the washcloth from his hand, and spent a couple minutes wiping his back, and then she gave him a nice kiss right between his shoulder blades, before she closed the shower curtain. He turned the water back on not realizing how cold he had already gotten. And finished showering.

When he was done, he dried most of himself off while standing inside the shower itself. He used one towel to dry his hair and discarded it, and then used the other to wipe from his face down to his knees. Then he put one foot on the tub under his towel and finished cleaning that foot off, stepping half out of the shower, and then did the same to the other, and he was completely out of the shower.

He put his socks and underwear on, and then proceeded to shave. He washed his face, left the bathroom for the bedroom. He put his white shirt on first, and then pulled up his pants buttoning it, zipping it, and using a belt. Made sure he had black socks on, and then tried three times to tie his tie properly. 

He wanted to wear his lucky watch, but he couldn't seem to remember exactly where he put it. Damn fog. He opened up the top draw to the night table; nothing. He went over to his wife's makeup table, opened a couple draws, still found nothing. On top of the bureau. And then he found it. He strapped it around his wrist, and walked back to the bathroom. 

In his hurry, he had forgotten to put on deodorant. He opened up his shirt by unbuttoning only a couple of buttons and reaching in and rubbing the stick along his armpits. He may or may not have used a little body spray. Buttoned himself back up again, grabbed his blazer, and walked down the stairs.

He had ordered an Uber as his wife was going to need the car that day. Tomila said she was cooking him breakfast, and it would take a few minutes, however, she said that it was important to keep his energy up, and brought a banana to him. She peeled for him, and put it in front of his mouth until he took it, and then took a bite into it. 

Potassium for energy. Not that it would clear much of the fog out. But he thanked her graciously, and continued to eat it until there was nothing left. A couple minutes later, She told him to sit down, he did, and a moment later there was a plate of breakfast in front of him.

It was more than he was used to, his wife served him a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He was very appreciative, thanked her graciously, and ate away. He was a little nervous as he left pretty full. But at least he would have plenty of energy for later. He left her, she took care of him, and clearly sending off with a full belly was her way of wishing him good luck with more than just words. 

On his way out, he gave her a kiss on the lips, felt her tongue, “I love you, I will see you soon." He took two steps, she called after him, “Your coffee, you never finished it!” He took the mug, and swallowed it; it was lukewarm and didn’t taste right anymore, but he smiled. “Thanks, you are the best!”

"Good luck!” she called after him with such kindness in her voice.

Darren sat inside the Uber, and thanked the guy for being so prompt. They talked a little bit back and forth, he seemed a little too talkitive, and didn't really let Darren drop the subject. He was hoping to spend a little time with his phone, trying to remember some of the things he'd been studying for the last week in preparation. He was pretty confident he knew the information, but was afraid he'd choke under pressure. 

The Uber driver was unrelenting in conversation though, but he was polite at least. When they arrived in front of a building he offered the man a cash tip, and stepped out, closing the door. He walked inside and opened the door, he saw the receptionist and introduced himself. She had him sit for what felt like an hour, it was probably less. And then another man in a business suit showed up. 

He stepped inside the office with the HR manager. He was offered a seat, and he took it. 

The man cut right to the chase, “tell me about yourself." 

"I've always been a bit of a computer geek, started out as a gaming thing, which turned into a deep dive into the inner workings of the hardware, then the software. I got married about 3 years ago, we are very happy. I still do a little bit of gaming on week nights if I have time, but I try to get together with my friends on the weekends. We often do physical stuff like football at a local park. Sometimes we go rollerblading, or climbing…”

The man wrote some notations on a notebook, "why do you want this job?" 

“I have heard a lot of good things about this company, I've worked hard in my jobs in the past, and I'm hoping this job will offer the challenge I look forward to, and I'm hoping I can be a benefit the company at the same time.”

The man nodded his head, made a few more notations, then asked, "what are your strengths?" 

Darren, pause to think for a moment, even though it was rehearsed, “I'm pretty well, Time-oriented, I work well under pressure, and I'm good at finding solutions to complicated problems.”

The man continued to make his notations, “what are your weaknesses?”

"I'm really good at thinking outside of the box, which sometimes comes into conflict if the job I have is more rigid in their processes." 

“I see…” more notations. 

And the questions continued like this for a while. When they were done he decided to bring in another man. Clearly a person who did code. He brought him to a computer, and ran through some tests to challenge his competency. He knew all the answers to all of the questions and tried to hide the smile on his face by the time he was done. He was trying to be professional. 

The HR manager walked him out, “I'm going to be honest with you, assuming the next two to three interviews that we have scheduled don't blow us away, you're probably going to get a call tomorrow that you got the job.” 

Darren shook the man's hand, “thank you, I look forward to that call, I'll still keep my fingers crossed." 

He called for another Uber, he had an appointment with his therapist. He sat in the back, just like last time, the driver just kept chatting with him. He tried to be polite, a lot of his answers were one word answers, but the driver just kept chatting… sometimes that got so annoying. But he kept his friendly smile anyway.

He was dropped off at the therapist's office, and walked in. He did most of his appointments via his phone, but once a month he was encouraged to do an in-person session.  He announced himself to the receptionist, wow deja vu… just like his job interview… and he was told to have a seat… just like at his job interview. 

A little while later the receptionist told him that the therapist was ready to see him. 

As he stepped inside there she was, Teresa. They greeted one another, and then she let him sit down. 

She asked him about his meds, he said that he's been taking them everyday. He still felt foggy though, that hadn't changed. 

She asked him how the last couple days had been since the last session, he told her that they were pretty good. He also told her about the job interview and how he felt confident that he was going to get the job. 

She seemed very pleased at that and congratulated him. And then she brought up something, this was the one year anniversary of their first session together. 

“Really?" He asked, that didn't seem quite right, "I guess time flies when you're in a drug-induced fog.” He chuckled slightly uncomfortably at his own joke. 

Teresa, on the other hand, did not seem as amused, but smiled anyway. “Actually, that fog you're always talking about is not a side effect of your medication.”

He sat up with curiosity, “what do you mean?" 

"It is your one year anniversary, so the fog ends here.” And then she snapped her perfectly manicured fingers… and it was like he was reliving the day all over again. 

Giselle was aware that her alarm was going off, she wasn't sure how long it had been going off. She was so comfy, it was hard for her to move, but she finally reached forward and pressed the snooze button. The alarm clock was old, but Tomila insisted that she kept using it in case she forgot to charge her cell. She was forgetful. Speaking of which, she had to reach behind the alarm clock to shut off her cell phone's alarm.

She laid there for a minute, sometimes it was just so hard to get up. She had good dreams, they were sexy. Getting up was so damn hard, a girl with her proportions couldn’t just sit up. Her breasts were large enough and weighed enough that she had to push herself up.  She may as well have had somebody trying to hold her down and of course as soon as her back was fully erect, her heavy titties made her shoulder sag down. Her posture got better after her morning shower. She had to get up.

She took a deep breath and stretched. Once that was done she kicked her blankets off, and swung her legs over the edge. She slid her feet into these cute little fluffy slippers that she had. They weren't really slippers, they were high heels, but they were cute and warm.  She stood up and walked her way to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and did her business, looked into the mirror and did not like the way she looked without makeup. Again, something to worry about after the shower.

She took a minute to brush her teeth, then she rinsed out her mouth with water before rinsing out her mouth with mouthwash. Yeah it was a bit of an overkill since she rinsed with the water again. She had done this as long as she could remember. She opened the door to the bathroom, and made her way down the stairs, around the corner and there she saw Tomilla.

“Good morning, Mistress!" She said as she saw the woman who erotically controlled every fabric of her being. She was leaning over her boyfriend, they were both looking at a cell phone, probably watching a video.

"Good morning, Giselle, there's coffee waiting for you.” She kind of regretted brushing her teeth just a few minutes earlier, but she still needed that morning start even if she didn't like the combination of toothpaste and coffee.Mistress’ boyfriend made a grunt of acknowledgement. 

She took a sip, and then another and another, until about a third of the cup was gone. “Mistress, I'm going to take a shower if that's okay, I don't want to be late for my interview." 

Mistress Tomila replied with the affirmative. 

Giselle had been practicing and training for months. She'd been looking forward to getting a job and helping to support her Mistress’ household. Once she finished with her classes, she started applying, she got her first interview today. She couldn't wait to be employed, and helping her mistress.

Giselle made her way back up the stairs and into the bedroom, she went into the closet and picked out an outfit. A short skirt and a midriff, but underneath would be a thong and a half. No bra. Stockings with a garter belt, and high heels of course. She laid everything out on the bed, in the order she would be putting them on. Then she returned to the bathroom.

She used a sweet and floral scented body wash with her loofah, and started washing her body. She took time to shave her legs and her armpits. Then there was a knock on the door, it was mistress, “need a hand with anything?" 

She shut off the water, opened the shower curtain and requested, "do you mind washing my clitty?” She was shivering in seconds because of the cold air coming from the open door.

She smiled, ”of course." She walked over and had Giselle put her hands on the shower curtain rod, then she took the key from around her neck, and unlocked Giselle's cage. Once she'd removed it she spent a couple of minutes washing it, then drying it, then locking it up again. Then Mistress gave her cage a little kiss, being certain not to touch any of her flesh. In a moment and with a wave, she was gone. She turned the water back on, she didn't realize just how cold she was until the hot warm water started to heat her up again.

Sometime later, she'd turn the water off. She took a towel out, and tried to wring out her hair, and then tied it up in a towel on top of her head. Then she used a second towel to start wiping down her body, starting with her neck and shoulders, moving down her breasts, her waist, and not stopping until she reached her ankles. Then she dried one foot off while her towel was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, then stepped that foot out, then repeated with her other foot, as she stepped completely out of the shower. She moisturized before leaving the bathroom.

She wore a special gaff, it hid her clitty and cage behind a silicon g-string that made it look like she had her own pussy. She made it a point to put the garter belt on and then the stockings before she put the thong on. The thong came next, and then came the skirt. It was red, it was pleated, and it showed off her legs… It may have shown off the bottom of her butt too. She put on her top which was a red midriff that matched the skirt, and gave her plenty of cleavage of course. 

She put her smartwatch on her left wrist. Then she opened up the top drawer to the night table and grabbed a couple of clips for her hair. She took a few minutes to style it. Then she went over to her makeup table, sat down and started putting on our foundation, then some eyeshadow, eyeliner, lip liner, lipstick, blush… and topped it off with a bit of lip gloss. Her makeup was a little bit over the top, but that was important for today. She walked back to the bathroom and picked her favorite perfume, and she smelled great. She grabbed her purse, slung it over her shoulder and went back down the stairs.

She ordered an Uber since Mistress could not drive her that day. Mistress said that she was making her breakfast, but it would be a few more minutes. However, she said it was important to keep her energy up and had her drop to her knees. Mistress had her boyfriend stand up and open his pants, then she guided the penis right in front of Giselle’s mouth. Giselle obediently and maybe eagerly took her mistress's boyfriend into her mouth, and got herself into the mood. It was a good idea, sucking her mistress's boyfriend always made her horny, and being horny would make her so much more effective at the interview. She knew he was about to cum, when Mistress stopped her, and put her cup of coffee in front of him… he finished in the coffee.

She was done, she stood up until Mistress told her to sit down, and she did. It was just a little bit of a fruit salad, a very small portion, she didn't want her belly to be bulging anywhere during the interview. But at least she would have a little extra energy.

Blueberries, strawberries, kiwi… so many yummy little things… and it went great with the cream she just had. She was very appreciative and thanked her mistress graciously as she ate every little bit. She was a little nervous that she had eaten too much, but her belly still looked nice and tiny… and of course she had plenty of energy for later. She went to say goodbye to her mistress, and then asked very meekishly, “ Mistress if I get the job, do you think I could have a night without my clitty being caged?” 

She laughed at him, so did her boyfriend, but all that Mistress said was, "good luck.”With her head down, she took two steps,  then Mistress called after her, “Your coffee, you never finished it!” She took the mug, saw Mistress’ boyfriend’s seed floating in it, and swallowed it. It was lukewarm but she didn’t care, this was hot in an entirely different way, so she smiled. “Thanks, Mistress, you are the best!”

It was time for her to leave, there was a notification that her Uber was there. She dropped to her knees and kissed her mistress's foot, "thank you mistress, I will see you soon.”"Good luck!” She called out after her, this time not making fun of, but generally wishing her luck at getting the job.

Giselle sat inside the Uber, she thanked the guy for being so prompt. They chatted a little bit back and forth, he seemed very eager to talk to her. They usually were… men. Which was fun by her, but she was hoping to review a few more videos on her phone on the way. As a refresher. Though, she'd practiced enough that she was sure her months of training had her ready. She was pretty confident, there was no way she was going to choke under pressure.

The Uber driver was fast, he got there in no time, and though he was a distraction, at least he was polite. When he stopped in front of the building, she opened up her purse and handed him cash as a tip, and then stepped outside. She walked inside the door, and introduced herself to a receptionist. She was sold to have a seat and wait, and several minutes later, the owner of the strip club walked in.

She followed the owner as he walked past the check-in desk, which also doubled as a booth to take the cover charges and check IDs to get in the club… she got to see the club and the stage as they walked past and threw a door in the back corner. They walked down the hall past the bathrooms, and then took a door on the right. 

He started, “you know what the job is for. Why don't you have a seat, on the chair… or on my lap” 

Giselle took the hint, and she sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. 

"So due to legal limitations, you are not allowed to show your genitals while dancing. Are you still comfortable about showing yourself, topless?

Giselle nodded her head, "I wouldn't have applied for the job if I wasn't. Do you need to see them now?”

The man smiled, “I don't need to, but if you're comfortable with it, so am I." 

She unbuttoned the front of her midriff, and felt her breasts freed themselves. Her nipples were still covered so she smirked, "that's a lot more comfortable. But feel free to uncover my nipples if that makes you more comfortable.”

He laughed as he took the corner and folded it back to show off her nipples. They were both pierced. 

"Why do you want to work here?”

She shrugged a single shoulder, “I like dancing, I like showing off my boobs, and it's close to home." 

“All right, I have a bunch of other questions but I'm going to skip most of them. How do you feel about giving a dance number for me over on the stage?”

"I was hoping that you'd say that.”

She followed him as he led the way back to the stage. She walked up the stairs, and then walked out and started dancing around the pole. She was wearing too much to really strip, she needed a better outfit if she did get the job. But she slowly undid her top again, and then threw it on the ground. She grinded against the pole, squeezed her tits around it, and showed off her skills.  She had taken months of pole dancing classes so she knew some fun little tricks.  She twerked her tight little ass, and she was pretty sure that her new boss was sporting a tent by the time she was done.

She came down from the stage, she didn't even bother putting her skirt or top back on, she approached him with her tits still out. “How'd I do?" 

He pulled out two $100 bills. And then he slid them right into her g-string, "can you start Monday?”

She thought about texting Mistress, but decided it would be more fun to tell her in person. She'd be so proud of her. 

But she did have a therapy meeting, when she arrived, she walked up to the receptionist and announced herself. Typically she would show up, once a week, and she would just sit in the back room with the VR helmet on and watch the videos. But every so often she just wanted to chat. 

And suddenly Darren was himself again… at least mentally, but physically… she was Giselle… She was staring at Rebecca. that Rebecca…

Rebecca was Tomila's old college roommate. She was an imposter, she wasn't a psychiatrist or a therapist. "What did you do to me?" 

She seemed abused, “the real you is finally in control again. The Gisele persona has been in charge for months, you haven't even been aware. The things that Giselle was doing, that was the fog you were experiencing.”

"Why?” Was all that she could say, "why would you do that to me?”

“Because Tomila found a new man, they flirted, she wanted to start dating him… she wanted to open up the marriage, or have a Hall pass or whatever. And you said no. She knew I had my own ways of working on the human brain, and the human body… so she asked me for help.”

"So what now?”

"Now?” She asked with amusement.  "The way you behave is now ingrained, it's natural. You will live as Giselle without the fog. Don't worry, you will enjoy it. You are completely reliant upon her, you don't know how to function anymore without her.”

"You can't just do this.  You have to-" 

Rebecca cut her off, “Session is over." 

And Darren found herself. Unable to say another word, she just picked up her purse, very much aware that it was in natural movement, and then walked out of the office. 

She didn't know what to do, was she really completely reliant upon her wife? Her mistress? 

She ordered the Uber to take her home, and she got out of the car, and she looked at her home… she had to go back in, didn't she? 

Chapter 2. A Different path 

Giselle pressed the send button, and turned around and got off her chair. It was time to go to the gym. 

As she walked down the street, she had a little time to think about how she got here.  From that night when she stood outside her home, looking at the door knowing that her wife, and her wife's boyfriend, would be waiting… waiting to use her in ways that were deeply disturbing.

She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do or what she could even do, but she knew she couldn't go through that door. Part of her wanted to, part of her salivated for the things that her wife would make her do… it was twisted. She knew there were things she did not want to do, and yet she craved them in such an odd way. 

What did she do? She knew that her wife tracked her movements through her cell phone, she knew her phone’s plan was through her wife… she simply put her cell phone down on the ground in the walkway, turned and started walking down the street. 

She knew she was about to make herself homeless. She had $200 in her purse, what could she do? 

She stuck her thumb out, and showed off her legs… yeah, pretty girl was hitchhiking. And before she knew it, she was half a state away and oddly still feeling safer.

First thing to do, she got a gym membership that cost her $40, and a $10 rental for the locker for a month. That left with $150, but with a gym membership, she could stay clean because they had showers as an amenity, and with a locker she could at least switch between one or two outfits everyday. 

She got a library card, it was free. On the cold days she could go inside and read books, they probably wouldn't throw her out, because she was clean, and it was unlikely that people would recognize that she was homeless. 

She also stopped into a small pharmacy. She bought some cheap makeup, the stuff she had in her bag was still pretty good, but she wanted a little bit more variety, and spending a lot of money on it was not an option. 

She went to a couple of thrift stores to find a couple of cheap outfits to wear. She found some normal clothes, stuff that she could wear that was comfortable, and would not bring attention to herself. A few cheap jeans and hoodies.  Surprisingly, she even found a couple of sexy dresses, and a pair of heels in her size.

She didn't get a lot, it needed to fit in her gym locker. 

She created an online membership to a dating app.  She needed to do this at the library unfortunately, and she had to do it discreetly since that's not exactly what the library was for. …And she didn't exactly have a phone. 

She was actually surprised at how quickly she fell into a routine. Most mornings around six, she would get online, she was attractive enough where she was able to make a couple of dates. She'd show up to one around eight, she would flirt, she would tease, and she would usually get a cup of coffee and a bagel for her effort.  

If it was warm, she would go to the park for a little while. If it was cold she would go to the mall, since she was clean, smelled good, and dressed relatively well, no one questioned her. She could trip around for hours. 

Back to the library, sign on to the dating app, filter through the dick pics, reach out and find someone to meet her for dinner. If she flirted enough, giggled at enough of their jokes, brushed her foot against their leg, she got a free meal, maybe a movie… she'd be nice, she was always thinking ahead, maybe she could get another date out of them soon enough. She wouldn't starve. 

Then she would go back to the gym, take another nice warm shower like she had in the morning, redo her makeup, touched up her hair. Put on one of those two sexy dresses, and the heels that made her legs and ass look like gifts from the gods… and then go to a club. She looked good enough to skip the cover charge.

She danced.  She was good at it thanks to her wife.  Tomila wanted her to be an exotic dancer. Well, she certainly knew how to move every part of her body to attract the attention of anyone. 

Inevitably somebody who wanted to fuck her would take interest. She would go home with them, she would suck them for all they were worth… and sleep with him until the morning… she would get up very early, sneak out, usually by six be at the gym again…

It was a complete strategy. Giselle may have been feminized. But Darren's mind was still strong inside of her. Her sexual interests were definitely different, she never would have dreamed of sucking a dick before. But now there was a certain amount of excitement in it. She liked the feel of semen in her mouth. She loved the idea of having her ass fucked. Though she hadn't done that with any of the people she had met at the clubs, she didn't want to risk a violent reaction if they saw her clitty. 

Clitty? Why was she still calling it that? Or right… the shit that Rebecca did to her. 

Giselle knew she couldn't stay like this forever. She needed a job, and she wasn't going back to that strip club, her wife knew how to find her there. She was tempted to find another strip club, but what if they started looking for her in all the strip clubs, it was literally imprinted into her to want to do that for a living. And she might just do it… later. 

Fuck, how she wanted to do that. It seemed like such a fun job. 

It was her 10th day being homeless, when she was meeting a man for dinner. He told her to order anything on the menu, it was on him. And she ordered a shrimp scampi in linguine. She knew she'd do a lot of walking, so it was good to have some of the calories up, but she was still nervous that she didn't have an app to help her count them appropriately… but she ate a lot. 

He was making a comment about an old movie, ‘hackers’ And it made her think of something… technically, someone. Julia. 

Julia was really good at computers, she wasn't technically a hacker, at least Giselle didn't think she was. But then the idea came, she needed to talk to somebody. After what happened with Rebecca, she didn't trust a therapist, what if they knew each other, she hadn't exactly gone that far away.

She knew a lot of it was paranoia, but right now that was keeping her free. She wasn't hungry, she was clean, and she was finding places to sleep.

Next time she went to the library, she created a new email address. Something that would be recognized as Darren. She wrote the email, and she sent it. It wasn’t alot, just a vague idea that she was in trouble, not to worry, but she needed to vent…

She returned to the library around noontime to find a new date for the evening, and to her surprise there was already a response from Julia.

‘Darren.

Omg, I am freaking out right now. Are you okay? Tomila sucks btw. I know she wasn't a huge fan of me to begin with, and that's probably why you haven't talked to me in a while, sorry for not reaching out, but I was trying to respect your marriage knowing she didn’t care for me so much…  but I'm okay to listen.. if you want to talk you can always talk with me. 

What exactly did she do to you? Mentally and physically? Did she's force feed you or something? Give you a pot belly so no other women would be interested? That kind of shit is freaky… I don't like that kind of control. And what about mentally? You don't have a phone? Has she been financially abusing you? 

Talk to me, if you need a place to stay… you're welcome here. 

Love,

Jules.’

Giselle stared at the email, read it and reread it several times.  She asked the librarian if she could print the email, and she said that was fine. So she did. She folded it up and put it in her purse. She made a date for later, and went out.  

The date was good, the gym was refreshing, and finding a person at the club was easy… and she slept for a good 6 hours before she snuck out of the guy's house. 

The email was still on her mind as she showered… and by the time the library was open, she was able to write a response. 

‘hi Julia, 

Thanks for writing back. What my wife did to me physically, I'm not really sure. I'm not ready to talk about that. As for mentally, I don't even know where to begin. Financially abused… yeah. Physically? I was definitely taken advantage of. The fact that she was cheating on me as a whole other thing. She has a boyfriend, she had him living in the house with me for the last year. It was so surreal that I didn't realize what was happening…

Sorry, I can't talk long… but I'll be looking forward to talking more later.

Sincerely, 

Darren’

Because Julia was a good friend, that wasn't good enough. Over the next few days, she asked more questions that Giselle did not feel comfortable answering. She often gave vague answers, or apologized for not being able to give the answer she was looking for. She vented, and Jules was able to read and offer support.

Julia, like any good friend, asked Giselle where she was… technically she asked where Darren was, but Darren didn't want to give that answer. The only thing that she was able to say was, ‘I'm not ready for that.’

It was a Friday morning, in fact it was a special Friday morning… It marked 3 weeks since she walked away from her wife. She had done her hair and makeup, and she walked to the library. She had planned on signing onto the dating app, she needed to make plans for breakfast… someone would buy it for her. 

But first… She signed into her email, as she started clicking away, she apologized to Julia again for not wanting to be open. And she hit send. It only took about 15 seconds until there was a ping behind her. She turned around and her eyes wide, “Julia?"

There was an angry look in Julia's face; it was accusing… but as she looked at the woman in front of her, as she looked at Giselle… she stepped closer… looking into her eyes. Giselle's eyes were pleading. 

And then Julia's eyes went wide, clearly Julia had thought she had been scammed, but looking into Giselle's eyes, she clearly saw a hint of Darren. Her hand went to cover her mouth, "oh my God… Darren… that's you, isn't it?”

Darren's throats seem to choke up, she couldn't get the words out. And said she just nodded. 

“That's what your wife did to you?" She asked. 

Again, her voice was just gone. Instead she just nodded her head. 

Julia put her phone into her back pocket, and walked closer and pulled Giselle out of her chair and into the tightest and caring hug that Giselle had no idea she needed.  She sunk in and hugged her back. “I'm here for you… whatever you need.”She found a piece of her voice, which was choked up, “How did you find me?”Julia forced a laugh, “you said you were at a library, I pinged your IP address and figured you were at one of three libraries in the area.  You always responded between 8 and 8:30.  Just a matter of being patient.  Would have had you yesterday, but I picked the wrong library first.”Giselle squeezed even harder listening to her old best friend totally geek out. Julia broke the hug and took her hand. They needed to get away from the big building where people were supposed to be quiet.

Julia took her to that same bagel shop so many men had in the last couple weeks and bought her a bagel. This time she was able to be herself, no pretending to be interested in somebody for a free meal… Just her and her friend. Julia did buy the free meal, but at least Giselle didn't have to pretend to be interested. She was genuinely. 

They went for a walk, and sat down where they could speak privately. And Giselle told her everything about what her wife had done over the past year. 

“That fucking Cunt." Were the first three words out of Julia's mouth when Giselle finished. 

"Yeah,” she agreed… before telling her what she had to do to survive. The gym membership to stay clean, dates to get fed, one night stands for sleep… Malls, the library and the gym to stay warm.  

“That ends now." Julia declared. 

"Don't exactly have much of a choice. I've made one hundred and seventy dollars to last 10 days… it lasted over 20 days, but I've got 30 bucks left, I'm not sure how much more I can make it last, but I'll do something. But it's definitely not enough for a down payment on an apartment.”

Julia just stared at Giselle for a moment, “dude." 

“What?" Giselle seemed confused. 

"I want you to think back to your life before you met Tomila… I just told you that I was homeless, that I've been sleeping with random guys to have a roof over my head while I slept… and you drove 1300 miles to find me… what would you have said if I was worried about some down payment?" 

Giselle looked a little sheepish, but admitted, “I would have told you to go fuck yourself because you were coming back with me." but was also calculating that 1300 miles was roughly 2100 kilometers… her brain was definitely still good.

"Not quite what I was planning to say… but I like it… ‘go fuck yourself, Darren… you're coming back with me.’”

Giselle felt like weight had fallen off of her shoulders, not quite off her chest. She still had huge tits… but there was relief… "really?”

They drove back to the gym, where she was able to get her stuff out of the locker which went into Julia 's backseat. There wasn't a lot. 

“Darren…” Julia started.

“Giselle…” she looked at Julia who looked confused, “I’m more of Giselle right now, I definitely don't look like a ‘Darren,’ and I've been conditioned to respond to Giselle… I'm sticking with it for now." 

Julia nodded her head, “okay. Giselle-” She spoke the word slowly, she wasn't used to it, "- were you trans? Or did you have cross-dressing habits before? 

“I don't think so… but truthfully, after what Rebecca did, I don't know if I trust everything about myself… at least not all my memories.” 

Julia gave her another hug, “it's okay… but I have a question for you, I need you to answer it… it doesn't have to be now, you can think about it… but what do you want to do about them? Forget about them? Avoid them? Or do you want to get back at them?”

Giselle was looking at her hands, but her head immediately popped up, turning to meet Julia's… she gave voice to the one thing that she had been avoiding in her own head, and gave voice to the need, “I want to make them pay." 

Julia pursed her lips, "then we are going to make them pay.”

Chapter 3 

Giselle always found it annoying that there were some people that actually had more money, would buy up real estate, and rented out their homes for weekends or sometimes weeks at a time… though she's supposed it wasn't as annoying as companies doing that and artificially raising the price of real estate for people who wanted to buy homes… that made it cost prohibitive for so many others. 

However, when one is homeless one minute, and the next you have your best friend getting an Airbnb, one supposes they should not complain. And that's exactly the situation that Giselle found herself in, Julia had shown up, scooped her up really… and they talked options. 

Giselle was going to get back at them one way or the other. Julia was going to back her. The real question is how they were going to do it, Giselle wanted to stay right where she was, not too close to be found, but not too far as to be able to not track them. They spent the night in a hotel room, it should not have been a surprise to Giselle that by the time she'd woken up, Julia already had a new place to stay. 

She rented a house. She had some credits leftovers for some holiday gift cards, and she didn't even have to spend money to get them a place to stay.  Moving in was pretty simple, all of her clothes pretty much fit in a duffel bag. Suddenly, she had a full bedroom, a full walk-in closet, and a duffel bag’s worth of clothes… Knowing all the things she could do is such a closet, knowing that she couldn't… really rang a few things through. She really was a girl now… and she really needed money. 

Julia had even less, but that was because she probably planned on making a trip for about 6 hours and going home. Seeing her best friend no longer a man, and not wanting to leave changed everything. 

She walked in on Giselle lying on the bed. “What's eating you?" 

"I have the most amazing closet for a woman, and I have nothing to put in it.” there was a slight pause, “I'm not sure what upsets me more, the fact that I really want to go shopping and fill it up, the fact I have no money for it, or the fact that I should be upset that I want to get money so I can fill up my closet… because as a guy, that's something I never gave a shit about.”

Julia, giggled a bit, clearly that was not the answer she had been expecting. She'd probably expected Giselle to complain about being a woman, or that she wanted to be a guy again… or maybe how she wanted to get revenge. 

She stepped in Giselle's room and pulled a chair out and sat down. “To be honest, I don't have enough stuff to get me through the weekend, let alone anything else… I need to do some serious shopping. Retail therapy… maybe? Are you up for it? I'm buying.”

Giselle sat up a bit, using her elbows for support as she faced Julia, “no… you've already done so much… too much really. You can't do that too.”

Julia laughed again, “it really isn't an issue. If you had any idea how many computers I fixed for gift cards, you wouldn't argue this point.”

Giselle raised an eyebrow, "paid in gift cards?" 

Julia nodded her head slowly, “yeah… I do a lot of things for a lot of money, but I'll also do little things for friends, family, and people who just seem to be desperate situations, sometimes they can't pay the money I usually demand… but I have a heart, they have a gift card for Amazon that they haven't used, that can pay the bill.. Aeropostale… Victoria's Secret, PetSmart… whatever.”

"Damn… didn't know that was so profitable." 

“It's not really as profitable as a lot of the other things I do. Testing security, finding loopholes and such. That makes the real money. Doesn't mean I don't help other people from time to time though, not everyone can afford the big budget jobs.”

Julia had made her point. And a couple of hours later they were walking into a local mall. He was one of the ones that hadn't been completely stripped away, they had plenty of little fun places. They found themselves picking through lingerie, dresses, shoes, makeup, jewelry, perfumes, and so much more. They had walked right into the first shop they wanted to shop at, and Julia opened up her purse and just handed over a $500 gift card. “Have fun." 

They spent half the afternoon trying out different outfits, and though Julia was fairly modest, Giselle couldn't seem to stop herself. It was her first real-time being a girl, knowing how to be a girl, and knowing her tastes. Apparently her taste was something that showed off her curves and cleavage pretty well. She liked her dresses, she liked her high heels. 

Julia, on the other hand, liked her jeans, sneakers, and hoodies. She grabbed a few other things too. A dress here, a pait of heels there… Makeup to go with them. But Giselle just couldn't stop herself, she may as well have been the kid at a candy store. 

Five hours later they were pulling back into their rented home. Julia started cooking dinner, Giselle spent an hour finding places in the closet to put her stuff. Arranging her makeup in the bathroom, putting makeup and jewelry on her counter. 

Giselle wanted to help out at least in a little way. She started going to job interviews the following day. It was hard for her to resist the urge to work at a strip club. She knew it was an urge forced on her mind, but it felt like she always wanted to. She was determined to do something more G-rated… maybe PG-13. 

It probably wasn't a surprise that she got a job as a waitress at a restaurant that valued women who had large assets… as long as they were thin. And an owl may or may not have been the mascot. 

It was almost the perfect job for her, it let her be sexy, make money, and do lots of flirting. She always knew she was doing good with flirting when the tips were really good. She got a lot of good tips from the first day. 

Julia was able to get a second car, it was old and cheap, but had been well maintained. This car was for Giselle to drive. When Giselle wasn't working, they initially started tracking Rebecca,  Tomila, and her boyfriend. That, to be frank, was short-lived. 

After about 3 days of following them, Giselle was able to attach air tags to their vehicles, and knowing their phone numbers she was able to track their phones wherever they went… as long as they had one or the other, she knew where they were.

To a lesser amount of amusement, they learned That Bob, Tomila's boyfriend, was cheating. He was seeing somebody from his work, swinging by a hotel twice a week for an hour… and then going home at the normal time.. apparently on Tuesdays and Thursdays he was only scheduled until 4… Tomila did not know about that. 

Tracking Tomila was a lot easier. Her schedule is much more rigid, she had to work hours, she had her gym hours, she had yoga hours, she had her boyfriend hours, and Saturdays were her social hours. Saturdays were the only day of the week that differed significantly from week to week. 

Rebecca was a lot more eclectic. She had her patients that needed her. But everyday was a different schedule. If she could get 2 hours in between them, she would drive a half a mile down the road to a lab where she was working on her computer projects. 

Now those computer projects were something that Julia wanted to know more about. She found some special software that she was able to decode and recompile… and files that went with them.  

It was late one night when she finally had them all downloaded and the software player working. She projected it onto her television instead of her monitor. It was paused, not playing yet when Giselle walked in. 

She stared at the screen for a moment, “that looks familiar… what is it?”

Julia shrugged, “I'm not sure. I was just about to play it when you walked in.” She put her finger over a button, “you can watch if you want." 

Giselle nodded her head, Giselle nodded her head "okay.”

Julia pressed the button… the screen started flashing, pink… the screen was moving too fast to really understand exactly what was happening, she was pretty sure she saw images of sex… words that flash too fast on the screen… and there was this high-pitched noise that seemed to whine across the room… she scowled at it. But the scary thing was looking at how it affected Giselle. 

Giselle stepped closer to it, her eyes glued, never blinking… they had this glassy Haze to her eyes. “I am a slut… I love sex… I love being a woman… I obey my superiors… I love cock… I love titties… I love being humiliated… I love dresses… I love-”

Julia had to smack Giselle to snap her out of it. Giselle didn't even realize the television had already been turned off. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, and then slowly turned to Julia, "ow!… What did you do that for? I thought you were going to turn on the video?" 

“I did… and then you went all cock zombie on me.”

Giselle stared back, “cock zombie?" 

Julia shook her head for a moment, "maybe not the perfect description, but yeah you were not here, and you were just repeating these things.”

Giselle looked at Julia, then her gays went back to the television and finally rested back at Julia, “do it again…”

“What!?  No!”

Giselle nodded her head while holding up her hand, "use your phone, record my reaction… I want to see it." 

Julia hesitated, but finally relented… They took a couple of minutes to go over what was going to happen, and Julia set up her phone And started recording what was directly in front of the television. “Are you ready?”

"Yeah…”

A moment later, the screen was flashing, the loud noise started to pick up in intensity, “I am a slut… I love sex… I love being a woman… I obey my superiors… I love cock… I love titties… I love being humiliated… I love dresses… I love to flirt… I really love big dick energy… in my ass… mmmm… I love the taste of cum… I love-” 

Just like before, Julia slapped Giselle across the face enough to snap her out of the trance… again, the video had already stopped. 

Giselle stared at Julia, "did it work or did you just want to slap me again?”

Julia took her phone, stopped the recording, and handed it over to Giselle to play.  Giselle watched herself as she just became completely lost in a video, entranced… malleable… pliable…

When she shut it off, all she could say was, "okay… cock zombie, got it…”

“Okay, I'm going to ask a difficult question here," Julia started, “do you actually like cock?

She blushed a bit, "I do. The morning I left, Tomilla had Bob cum in my coffee… I liked it better that way… I hate the fact that I liked it so much better that way.”

They hugged for a minute… "I'm sorry.”

“What other kinds of brainwashing stuff do they have on that server?”

Julia looked back at the computer, “I haven't sorted it out yet… there's a lot of files… I just picked one that had your name on it. I initially assumed it was going to be a video of your session together." There was a pregnant pause, “don't worry, I'll sort it out." 

The two of them talked for a few minutes, but Giselle left the room, it was getting late and she wanted to go to bed. Though she didn't exactly tell Julia why. And she crawled into the bed sheets, she found her hand moving into her panties and another around her breasts… she closed her eyes and imagined herself on her knees… oh that video definitely got in her head… she bit her lower lip… She stayed like that, teasing herself for nearly an hour before she ruined herself three times… and came the fourth time… and slowly just licked the cum out of her hand.

The next morning she was drinking her coffee when Julia walked in with a big smile. Giselle, just had to ask, “what's that smile for?" 

"We have an opportunity, Bob and Tomilla are going on a ski trip to Colorado." 

Chapter 4 

Julia had been tracking their schedules for weeks. Using her computer skills to track them using their electronic fingerprints to go back for weeks, months, even. Most people have idiosyncrasies that can be worked against them, humans are creatures of habit. Rebecca was no different. Monday through Thursday she was usually at her office until close to 6 o'clock at night. Every Friday she leaves between 5:10 and 5:15 most likely to get a jump on her weekend.

Rebecca did not really notice that as she left, there was a nondescript car parked across the street diagonally from her. Since she did not notice the car, she clearly did not notice her former patient, Giselle. She also did not notice that several car lengths back, the driver of that same nondescript car followed her, though she would likely not notice the driver.

Julia drove with Giselle in the passenger side seat, they did not talk much, the occasional detail if there were too many cars between them, and one could see and the other could not. But those moments were few and far between. Most people did not notice cars that were more than 100 feet behind them… or 30 meters for you metric barbarians.*  ;)

Typically, Rebecca would stop off at Scott's Bar and Grill on the way home on Friday and have two drinks, at least. According to her credit card statement. She was attractive enough, perhaps she had a couple more if she flirted with the boys. But that was purely speculation. 

Giselle had asked Julia earlier why they did not just wait for her there. Julia had made the point that conditions had changed, two of their targets were out of town, and they did not know if that was going to change Rebecca's behavior. 

Julia had a good instinct, Rebecca had taken a left long before she had reached Scott's. She wasn't going for a drink at all, in fact, they both knew exactly where she was going: Tomila's home. She had two cats, Rebecca was probably going to feed the cats before going out to the bar. Which means that they didn't have a lot of time. 

By the time Rebecca had stepped out of Tomila's home, the two women were back in their car. They watched as Rebecca closed and locked the door behind her to the house, and then walked down the steps and curved over to the driveway. She opened the car door, placed her purse in the car's passenger side seat, and started the car. A moment later she slumped in her seat. 

“It worked.” Giselle said with a slight tone of disbelief. 

“Of course it worked, it was ketamine in topical form smeared on her steering wheel.”

"What's ketamine?” Giselle asked. 

Julia gave her a ‘really?’ look, then followed it up with, "you're the one who introduced me to Dexter.” which may as well have been saying ‘Duh.’

Giselle's eyes went wide for a second, “wait, is that m99?" 

"Close enough, more like the poor man's version of it, and a few other things… no injection, just a topical solution so that it was absorbed right into her right into her blood stream as soon as she touched her steering wheel.”

The two women got out of the car and walked towards Tomila's house, more specifically to Rebecca's car. Giselle opened the garage which was empty, Julia put on a pair of white latex gloves and sat on Rebecca's lap to back the car into the garage.

A little while later they were into the master bedroom. They brought in some equipment, the same kind of equipment that Rebecca had used on Darren. 

Rebecca was unconscious for over an hour. She was completely unresponsive, virtually comatose as the two women were able to pull her out of our car, and pull her body right up to the bedroom. They were able to secure her in a chair, wrists and ankles locked in place. Equipment was set up, and that was before anything else could happen. 

When she finally came to… Julia was sitting across from her, she had no idea who Julia was, at least not by the initial impression. “Who are you?" 

"A friend of one of your victims.” 

“Excuse me?" She asked as if that were preposterous. 

"Me.” Giselle said as she stepped into the room. 

Rebecca's eyes went wide, “Giselle? Where have you been? You never went home that night." 

Giselle smiled in such a way that she was showing off that she didn't do whatever one expected her to do, "I had options.” Her smile faded, “and decided I wasn't going to let things stand. I planned things out. And now it's time for all three of you to pay." 

"They're not home. If you hadn't noticed, they're gone for the weekend.” Rebecca said with a scathing voice as if she just ruined their plan. 

Julia stood up and walked a little closer, "you mean a ski trip?" She waited just long enough for the smugness to wash off Rebecca's face before continuing, “which is exactly why we chose now. Divide and conquer. Need to have a record of minimal phone calls, mostly text messages. We can fake you." 

Rebecca was actually looking a little concerned, "what are you planning to do to me?”

Julia's face brightened with a giant smile, if you looked below her nose, it would have looked like a genuine playful smile, if one just looked at her eyes there was something malicious claiming there. “ I hacked your personal servers. I got a hold of your little program. The one that you use to change Darren into Giselle. And now, as irony would have it, we're going to do to you what you did to her." 

Her facial expression paled. Whether it was because someone hacked her servers, whether it was because they knew what she had done was anyone's guess… maybe it was because she knew how infallible the system was and it was about to be used on her. She shook her head, "no, you can't do that.”

“You'd be surprised." Was Julia's response as she held out a number of drugs. One at a time she showed Rebecca what she had, they're the same drugs that she would have used, and also the ketamine, not that she planned to use that again. Then she just gestured with her free hand to the table on the opposite side of Giselle, the same model of VR helmet that she had used. 

Rebecca's breathing intensified, she pulled against her bonds and found that there was no give. None at all. The chair was sturdy, their restraints were tight,. She saw no visible way to get out of it there… except one… She took one look at Giselle and her mouth opened, “voluntati meae adligatus”

Giselle seemed to stagger for a moment, her eyes rolled. 

Julia was just starting to realize that Giselle could be used as a weapon against her. She'd inventoried the room earlier, she slapped rebecca hoping to delay her by a couple seconds and then she reached into the closest drawer to her.  She had a grip and rushed stuffing a roll of men's socks into Rebecca's mouth effectively preventing her from saying any other words. Though she tried.

When Julia looked up at Rebecca, she saw a woman with a blank expression on her face. “I am tethered." Were the only words that came out of her mouth, and she stood there silently. She held the socks harshly against Rebecca's mouth while her spare hand reached for the medications. She found the ketamine, and smeared some on the woman's arm, wishing she still had gloves on, but letting a bulbous drop land on her skin.Rebecca was immediately unconscious. She called for Giselle to help, but she was unresponsive to her… Julia quickly grabbed gloves and a sheet of paper as she had to scrape off the drug to make sure Rebecca didn’t overdose. She also used a warm facecloth a moment later as well.  Once the immediate emergency was cleared up, she tried to get Giselle's attention again, but Giselle seemed to be completely out of it. She stared ahead at Rebecca, waiting for words or a command for her to obey.  

Even Julia was starting to panic. She wasn't really responding to her touch, she couldn't pull her away, as soon as she let go she just walked back to her former position. 

Luckily after about 20 minutes, Giselle seemed to snap out of it on her own. Julia filled her in on what she missed, and what happened. They decided not to take a chance on rebecca pulling off a trigger word again. At least not until they were ready. They removed her sock and replaced it with a gag that was more appropriate to her training. 

They had to wait nearly 45 minutes for her to wake up again. She made sounds that were mostly muffled, she struggled against her bonds. But even by the time that Julia had administered the first of the drugs, Rebecca had resigned herself to what was about to happen. The rest of the drugs were administered, an impressive soupy cocktail that left her mind mushy and very open to suggestion.

And then the VR helmet went on her head and the video started playing. Videos and the audio tracks were created by Rebecca herself, and they were being used against her.

The first module would strip away her identity. It didn't make her forget who she was, it broke the core of who she was, the independent person. The ambition. The need to shine. All gone. 

The second module started to imprint upon her the need to serve. The need to serve Julia and the need to serve Giselle. This wasn't a sexual domination, it was a complete overhaul of her priorities. In her mind, her success was to be a tribute to Julia and Giselle. She wanted to please them. She would need to serve them. 

For 36 hours, her blood was loaded with drugs that kept her pliable and malleable. Her senses were filled with messages that she had created to forge her victims the way she wanted… messages that were now being used to forge her into the perfect subject for her victims. Module after module. Hour after hour.

Sunday morning finally came. The last module had finally been completed, Julia took the VR helmet off. The drugs were still heavy in Rebecca's system, so they left her alone in their room for a few hours. 

Julia walked in first. Rebecca was facing away from her, towards a large window that had its shade pulled down. 

Immediately Rebecca started yelling, “what the fuck did you do to me?" 

Julia slowly walked around, and then leaned into the restrained woman, "watch your tone with me.”

There was a gasp from her voice, “I'm sorry, Mistress." A look of shock on her face as she realized that she had just submitted to the woman, followed by an, "oh, fuck.” She realized how she had been reprogrammed.  

Julia smirked, “I'll have Giselle bring you something to drink." And she left the room. 

Julia walked up to Giselle. Made sure that the earbuds would be covered by her hair. They were noise canceling, that way Rebecca couldn't trigger her but they needed to test to see if she would. Julia would monitor the room and let Giselle know what Rebecca's responses would be.

A couple moments later, Giselle entered the master bedroom alone. She had a bottle of water with a straw, "hello Rebecca…”

“Hello, mistress." There seems to be a look of annoyance on her face. 

Her lips made some strange shapes. Almost trembling as Giselle asked. "What's the matter, Rebecca?”

“Nothing, Mistress.”

Giselle bent down, giving the restrained woman a view of her own cleavage, cleavage that she was responsible for, "be honest, pet.” words that Julia suggested. 

“I'm scared of what you're going to do with me, I want to trigger you and I can't seem to get the mental fortitude to do so…” and just like that she was being honest.

"Don't you want to be our slave?" Giselle said with almost a sad Tim timber in her voice in a pouty facial expression. 

A single tear started running down Rebecca's eyes, “I do… so badly, Mistress… but I know those aren't my real thoughts.”

“You know how this program works… you can unprogram yourself later… after you do something for us." Giselle said matter of factly. 

Rebecca shook her head, “it's not that simple… most minds are fluid, they may think they're rigid in some ways, but they're not, but the programming system I created gets rid of that fluidity… once you do something, it is rigid. It cannot be undone. I was never submissive, and now you made me submissive, and that cannot be undone." Another tear rolled down her eyes. “I never wanted this." 

Giselle had no compassion in her eyes, "do you think I did? …When you did this to me?”

“It wasn't like that…” Rebecca defended. 

Giselle's eyebrow went up, “then what was it like?”

"Tomila said that it would strengthen your relationship. You were too rigid.”

Giselle’s tone was dark, "She wanted to fuck somebody else or at least let me let gher fuck somebody else.., I wouldn't agree to it. So she talked you into doing this to me." 

Rebecca wouldn't look her in the eye. She had no answers. 

Instead, Giselle took the water and brought the straw to Rebecca's lips, “drink, we don't want you dehydrated.”

A couple of minutes later she left the room and found her way to Julia. And Julie had tears in her eyes, "I was really hoping that she would tell us how to undo what had been done. I don't know if I can change you back. Or undo the crazy impulses that you have." 

Giselle barely responded as she put the tray on the counter, "whatever…” she liked who she was, but she understood that who she had become was not the person she would have chosen to become. She wanted to be this girl but she knew that this was because of Rebecca and Tomila… maybe Bob? And now she knew there was no way back. 

She was torn. There was something appealing about living her life in this sexed up fantasy world that seemed to float around her head. But she also knew there was something not entirely practical about it. She wanted to be a stripper, and now she could be, now she might have to be now she might have to be. She loved being submissive to both men and women, and now she had to be careful about who she was with… they could take advantage of her like this. So far, Julia was the only one that she truly could count on.

Giselle looked at Rebecca, “what next?" 

"We make sure Rebecca is willing to help us set up Tomila and Bob.”

A few minutes later the two women entered the bedroom, Julia took the lead. “We are going to untie you now. You will stay in this room until we say otherwise, until we set all the rules. Once you are inside you will get on your knees. Put your hands behind your back, and I think you already know how to address us, correct?”

“Yes, Mistress." 

A moment later, Rebecca was on her knees, her hands behind her back and ready to listen. 

Julia spent the next several minutes going over the plan, explaining what she wanted to do, what would be done, and ensuring that Rebecca would comply. 

She agreed with everything that Julia had sold her. Of course, she had to agree, that's what the programming had done to her. But she found herself volunteering extra information, alternatives that could make the plan more sound. And that was almost unexpected for all three of them. Programming Julia had pushed on to Rebecca had not only ensured her obedience, but apparently her loyalty.

By Sunday night, the house was cleaned up as if no one had ever been there at all. Julia and Giselle had gone back to their make-shift home almost a 2-hour drive away.

Rebecca pretended like she had her normal weekend with the exception of taking care of Tomila's cats… and the three were all waiting for the happy couples to come home. 

Chapter 5

The Trap is Sprung

Giselle and Julia both knew that Tomila and Bob would be home in the early evening from their trip. They were sitting with Rebecca in tomilla's house when the call came. Rebecca had answered the phone. Had some small talk and when she hung up the phone she looked at her mistresses, “they will be home in about 3 hours." 

Julia nodded her ahead, and walked into the bedroom to make sure that everything was hidden. There was no sign of the device that could change a person's mind. 

When she came back out she looked at Rebecca, "how exactly did you create this machine?”

“It was actually a hybrid machine between something I had been working on since college, and the blueprints provided by Tomila on something that Darren was working on.”

Julia asked, "what do you mean hybrid?”

Rebecca continued, "I had been working on a machine to make hypnotherapy a little more streamlined… but I was having trouble working around a side effect that made a person Ridgid." She could tell by the expressions on their faces that they didn't understand, “most people are fluid in their thought processes whether they want to admit it or not. Enough positive stimuli or negative stimuli you can change a person's fundamental beliefs. Once you change something with my system, it comes rigid. It can't be undone. Imagine a memory from a childhood where your mother is wearing a blue shirt… you can imagine it with a pink shirt… but with this process, if you directly affected that memory, you could put her in a black shirt, but then you can't possibly imagine her in anything but a black shirt afterwards.”

Julia gestured for her to continue, "and what about Darren's machine?” She looked briefly at Giselle, but saw that Giselle had no clear understanding.

"Darren was working on a machine that could affect a person's memory engrams. You could fundamentally alter memories and re-implant them. Or potentially take one person's memories and recopy them into another's subconscious.”

Giselle remained silent as Julia asked, "and how did that work on Giselle?”

"We implanted subconscious memories to affect her behavior. We implanted some memories frequently so she would have both memories as a female and a male. We implanted memories directly into her subconscious of how to walk, talk, and behave like a woman that we wanted her to behave like." 

“And those memories can't be undone? The conditioning cannot be undone?”

She shook her head, "no… at least not with the current level of technology. You can make her behave one way, but you can't really make her go back to thinking the old way.”

They continued to talk for a while, but it became very clear that there was nothing that could be done for Giselle. She would never be Darren again, she could potentially act a little bit more like Darren, but she would never truly be Darren again. Though, Giselle seemed almost relieved about that. Whatever they did to her, she was happy to be Giselle, even if she was angry at the way they tried to do it. 

Julia was taking point as they had less than an hour, they were going to leave the house and wait until they were signaled. “Tell me what the plan is." 

Rebecca held up a bottle of pills and a tube of lipstick. " I swallow the pills that way I'm immune to the lipstick… then I kiss both of them when they come in, they should be both unconscious in under 10 minutes, and then you'll come in and strap them in. I'll signal you by turning on the front porch light. Then we make each of them as loyal to you as I am.”

Julia bowed her head in acknowledgement of the plan, and then entwined her arm with Giselle's as they stepped outside and sat in their car… They only hung around for a couple minutes before they pulled out of the driveway and waited down the street a little bit.  

"You've been quiet. Are you all right?” Julia asked as she squeezed Giselle’s hand.

Giselle barely looked up, "I guess so. Honestly, whatever they did to me… I know I'm smart, but in a different way. I can't do all that techno stuff anymore. My brain just doesn't work that way, I didn't exactly have a great life as Darren. I'm almost happy to see it gone… but still, it's bittersweet. I like being a girl, I like the urges I have, but I know they're not mine. I can't even touch the part of me that used to be Darren, the part that knows that the stuff I love I probably shouldn't. Part of me wants to mourn for the person I once was, there's no way I can get back there… and as I am now, there's no way I would ever want to get back there.”

Julia put her hand on Giselle's, "it's okay. Whatever happens I'm going to be there for you." 

They talked for a while, Giselle seemed more apologetic that she couldn't be the Darren that Julia knew. But she seemed eager to move on with her life once. Everything with Rebecca, Tomila, and Bob were done.

“Shhh…” Julia said as she saw a familiar car coming down the road… it was there much earlier than they thought, Bob must have been speeding like 30 miles over the speed limit on the highway…

Giselle partially giggled, “I guess it's a good thing that we didn't wait too long in the driveway after all.” There was a slight pause, “ and why did you tell me to be quiet, we're literally like six houses down, they can't hear us in the car with the windows up." 

“And paranoid." They both laughed.

They watched the garage door open, and the car pulled in. Giselle and Julia stared silently. Waiting for something to happen. An indication things went wrong? Or sign that everything went just perfect? 

Several minutes passed, and then the light by the front door turned on. The two women drove the car forward, pulled into the parking space, and the two walked inside. 

As they entered the house, they saw that Rebecca stood in the middle of the living room with a smile on her face. She looked to the dining room table where Tomila was sitting slouched, a lipstick mark on her cheek… and on her other side about three strides on the other side of Rebecca was Bob, he too had a lipstick kiss on the side of his cheek. 

Julia stepped forward quickly, she pressed her fingers to the side of Bob's neck. Checking for a pulse, and then quickly did the same to Tomila. They were both breathing with a steady pulse. 

“Good." Julia said to Rebecca, “you did well." 

“Thank you, mistress…” and then as if there was another thought, “ but mistress, we must not forget, ‘voluntati meae adligatus.’”

Julia looked at Rebecca with confusion, another Latin trigger? Something she needed to know about… and then a second passed, that wasn't another Latin trigger… that was the same one she had used the night they took her, the one that triggered Giselle. 

“Giselle, get out of here!" But Giselle was already staring vacantly ahead.

Rebecca's voice on the other hand, Giselle responded to quickly, "take her.” Giselle immediately charged Julia pushing her backwards, and suddenly there were two very masculine arms grabbing her, holding her. Giselle grabbed one of her legs, Bob was holding her torso, and a moment later Tomila was holding her other leg. She couldn't move. 

Rebecca's voice was still commanding, “hold her still." And as she stepped closer, Rebecca grabbed both sides of Julia's head entangling her fingers into her hair so that she couldn't move her head at all… and then she pressed those red lips to Julia's and everything faded to black…

And Julia woke up later. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, how many times she might have been kissed as she almost woke up, but it was still night… or maybe he was night again. She was sitting, her arms and legs were restrained… In fact, so was her waist.  

Giselle sat across from her, her legs crossed, buffing her nails, she saw Julia's head move. "Mistress, she is awake." 

She stood up from the chair she was sitting in, and sat down in the bed. A moment later, Rebecca walked in and sat across from her. 

“You've been a hard acquisition. Almost wanted to kick Tomila's ass for making it so that you would not interfere in Darren's life. Had to come up a whole new reason to get that fabulous brain of yours onto our side.”

"Why didn't it work on you?” Julia asked in confusion about the machine. 

"I told you, I was even telling you the truth… once you go through the programming, it can't be undone, it can't be changed. I've already been through the chair. My partner and I were both a bit unscrupulous in our planning… so we both endured the chair to make sure we would not betray the other. Both linked. Once I take the business to a more public level, he's in charge in public, we're equals in private, and I'm in charge in the bedroom.

She scowled at Rebecca, “this is what you and Tomila have done? Brainwashed each other so that you could trust each other to get ahead and not feel guilty about fucking over the people you cared about?”

Rebecca laughed, “Tomila? She's not my partner, she's just as brain-fucked as Giselle and Bob… and by this time tomorrow, you.”

“I've made a few enemies… is that who recruited you against me?” Julia asked. 

A masculine voice came from behind her, “no… she recruited a friend of yours…” a familiar voice spoke as she could feel the footsteps walk behind her, and then in front of her and stand beside Rebecca, bend down and kiss her on the lips. 

Julia's mind couldn't really reconcile what she was looking at, she looked over at Giselle sitting on the bed distracted by her nails, and then she looked up at Darren standing next to Rebecca. "But how?”

They both laughed, but it was Darren who answered, "my machine can record memory engrams and then play some into another person. Giselle hated herself, actually had three attempts to end everything. And I gave her exactly what she wanted, I replaced all of her memories with mine, and then we rewrote her subconscious all in a single session. She is essentially what I would have been, had I actually done everything. And it was all done to bring you out.” He said with a bit of arrogance. Giselle wasn’t really Darren. She was just Bait… an imposter to lure her out.

"But you-”

Rebecca put up a finger, "shhhh… I think that's enough for now.” She walked behind Julia and started bringing the VR helmet down in front of her face, made sure that earpieces were locked into our ears, she felt a needle pricker arm… the sound got high, the flashing images got bright… and everything just seemed so… right. 

Epilogue 

Julia was typing away at her keyboard. She wanted to make Mistress happy with how much progress she was making at streamlining the helmet version 3.8.  She saw herself in the reflection of the screen for a moment, almost completely unrecognizable to the womanshe was a couplem months ago.  Her hair was now short and spikey, dyed black.  She wore a black dress with a skull on it… Her lipstick and eyeshadow were black which was contrasted with the pink mascara.  Her left arm was covered in tattoos of Mistress’ different pet names for her.

She heard the groaning in the bedroom from where she sat, mistress was pegging Master.  He seemed to like it, she did too… in fact, Julia was a little jealous, she wanted that kind of attention… she wouldn't get it until she was done with another thousand lines of code…

She started typing faster, she was finally getting used to typing with what she used to think were stupidly long nails. Mistress wanted her to have them, she had to admit: mistress was right, her nails did look better that way. But then again Mistress was always right, even when she wasn't… which was strange cuz she knew that that was wrong, mistress was always right…

Master and Mistress came out of the bedroom, she was still typing away. Mistress walked right up to her, “I think I want Darren to get his nipples pierced… let us know. Fun getting it done alone… go with him, get your nipples pierced too.”

Julia smiled widely, "I'd love to!" In a single breath, she hit the save button, grabbed her leather jacket, grabbed her purse, and walked behind Darren so that they could both get their nipples pierced… that should please Mistress, and when Mistress was happy… so was she.”Mistress stopped Julia by grabbing her shoulder, and put a light kiss on Julia’s lips… she felt the moisture between her legs and felt the euphoria build in her mind at how she pleased Mistress Rebecca.

The End.

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