The Spare

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

The SpareBy: Mistress Dyvia

Prologue:

Rob was the safety director on site. He took his responsibilities very seriously, he actually wanted his people to be safe. He had a reputation of being a hard ass to make sure that the job site was safe. That being said, it was time to rest. 

It was lunch hour, and he was sitting in the corner of the lunchroom which was a makeshift mobile trailer with a table in it, a TV, and some cold cuts on the side. He brought his own lunch. He sat in the corner with his head down. His eyes closed. Trying to grab a little nap. He was vaguely listening to the radio. 

“The House minority leader failed to get a procedural vote this afternoon in order to restore a spare body commitment to hospitals. 2 years ago there was a vote passed that made it illegal to create any extra spare bodies. It has become very controversial in the last few years as opponents to spare bodies have argued that creating cloned human bodies was the same as creating life. It is robbing these lives of a gainful life by implanting another personality into them, that cannot be sustained once the personality is returned to the host body after medical trauma is concluded. Disposing of the body is paramount to murder to some political and religious organizations. However, when the law was passed, several people volunteered their own DNA to create extra bodies, which was unusual as up until that point most people had their own bodies cloned. However, this did allow for hospitals to have a surplus after the law went into effect. They were allowed to keep the extra spares, while unable to create any others. Recent months have shown significant decline, now that spare bodies are running dangerously low, some people who found themselves in medical urgency, might not be able to find a spare body, when medical coma is induced, they would have to stay that way until their bodies were healed. The House minority leader has vowed to try again in the coming weeks as he says he is sure he can find some support even amongst the conservatives who have been the big holdout.”

Rob rolled his eyes, bipartisan support never happens… if it did, that's when you got to worry. He double-checked the clock on the wall, and did not bother to look at his phone. 

He stood up. It was time to go back. He grabbed his clipboard, opened the door and walked down the steps. His eyes immediately focused on all the employees to make sure they're wearing their appropriate safety equipment. Everyone had their hard hats, safety vests, and appropriate footwear. His eyes were trained for that. He was on his second page, which was an after lunch audit as he went down a brief checklist. 

He started walking towards the southern direction and he saw something he did not like. They were moving something with the crane, they weren't supposed to be doing that. More importantly, they were not using the right cable to be moving something of that weight. 

He marched in the direction with purpose yelling at everyone to stop what they were doing right then and there. They didn't initially hear them, he blew a whistle. One guy looked in his direction, and his 'oh shit' face told Rob everything he needed to know... Specifically that they knew they weren't supposed to be doing that, but they were probably trying to get one extra thing done while he was on lunch and wouldn't be able to stop them.

But it was too late. A cable snapped, a steel garter fell, it hit a wall, and it came down, and four men scrambled. Three got away.

Rob ran faster, pulling out his phone and dialing Emergency Services. As he got to the man, he was surprisingly conscious and not screaming in pain. "Where does it hurt?" 

The man shook his head, "it doesn't." Which immediately set off a warning bell in his mind, At least until the man followed it up with, " it just pinned my leg under the wall and I can't move my foot around the obstruction." 

Rob nodded his head, and placed a hand on the man's shoulder, give me a second.  He looked around and he found something he could use as a lever. He stuck it under the largest section of the crumbled wall, used his own lunch box as the fulcrum, and pushed down. A second later the guy pulled free. 

He picked up his lunch box, and then started walking, until he heard another sound. Something else had destabilized, and his foot went through a hole.

The other man was limping, but turned to help, "are you okay?" 

Rob shook his head, it was throbbing, he could feel the pain radiating with every beat of his heart, he was pretty sure to crunch, something was broken. He still had emergency services in his hand, "just go... Let them know where I am when you get to the ground floor." 

The man moved as quickly as he could given his limp. Rob smiled a little bit knowing that somebody was showing some initiative. At least until there was another crack. High above.

He looked up and saw a concrete slab falling towards him, he was fucking dead. Barely had time to let out a breath, and close his eyes.

…

…

Rob was suddenly very aware that he was not only alive, and breathing… but he was not in any pain. 

His head moved slightly as his eyes started to open, he was definitely in a hospital. They must have had some good painkillers. He looked to the chair beside him, there was a purse sitting there, it was his wife's. It made him smile. She wasn't in the room, she must have gone for coffee or something. 

He was warm, sweating… he needed to get this blanket off him. He pulled up his arm which was very light, his arm was usually heavier? Was that even the right word?  Was he unconscious for a long time? But as he pushed the blanket down, he was suddenly very aware that he was looking at two very large breasts. And then he looked at his hand, which was very thin, dainty, and feminine… 

“What the fuck?!" 

Chapter 1

"Nonononono.” Bob's feminized voice pleaded with the atmosphere around him. This couldn't be right. His fingers started touching themselves. And then he tentatively reached down and poked one of the breasts that seemed to be just a little too large for his frame… ‘his’ frame. Well, he was not supposed to have breasts to begin with, why the hell did he have big ones like that? 

He tilted his head back, and felt his hands move over his breasts, and slowly move down across this very tiny waist, and carefully, holding his breath… move down past his navel… and to his… pussy. 

And he lost it. He just let out a scream.  And it wasn't the kind of scream he normally let out, this was a high-pitched, super-loud, blood-curdling, wake up all of the neighbors, echoing down the hallway.... Scream.

It only took about 30 seconds til the first nurse burst through the door and saw the look on his face. Technically ‘her’ face. As her face must have looked horrified and shocked. Her eyes wide open, while breathing heavily. 

She immediately took his hand, "hey there honey, look at me..." His eyes looked up to meet hers, "it's okay. Calm down... Everything's going to be just fine.." 

Rob's feminized voice came out like a mouse, squeaky and unsure., "I'm a girl.." 

"Yeah... It's okay.... Just like the other 50% of the world. But listen carefully... It's a spare. It's temporary." 

Now that was a lifeline Rob could grab on to, "temporary?" 

"That's right.... It's a spare... Can you stay calm?" The nurse was very soothing. 

Rob nodded her head... Her head.... Yeah, wow.... "I can stay calm." 

"I'm going to go page the doctor, and your wife is around here somewhere," she slowly let go of Rob's hand and made a subtle promise. "I'll be right back."

And then Rob was alone again. He pulled up his hands up to his quick-beating heart, pulling the blankets up with him again, covering his chest… hiding his newfound femininity. His hands were tightly squeezed together right over his chest, and his head was focused on that door. 

He wasn't sure who would come in next, another nurse, the promised doctor, his wife? His eyes went over to the chair next to the bed, his wife's purse was still there. She knows. Rob would not have to break it to her, she was probably supposed to break it to him.

His mind paused, he started thinking, a spare… but they gave him a female spare, they weren't supposed to do that. But there was such confusion about the laws, they used to be cloned just to use a spare of their own bodies, but then people volunteered their own when the law got passed, but not enough before the law was implemented.  

There was a knock on the door, and a moment later a woman walked in. She was unfamiliar but she had a white lab goat, she must have been the promised doctor.

“Hi there, how are you feeling?”

She made an obvious gesture of looking at the front and back of her hand, and then back to the doctor, "I'm not quite feeling myself, doc.”

The woman's smile widened, "that's okay. We'll get you there eventually. What's the last thing you remember before you woke up?”

Rob closed her eyes, "the concrete slab coming at me.”

The doctor nodded her head in confirmation, "yes, you took some severe damage. There is a lot of trauma. Broken bones, lacerations, damage to your internal organs. We had to induce coma to keep your brain swelling down. Your body is going to take a long time to heal, your wife signed off on us transferring your mind into a spare body. Unfortunately, this was the last spare body that we had. That was some glaring truth he did not need to hear, the last spare body.  

“The last?" Rob asked, "...so what happens if somebody that was in worse shape than I was comes in?”

The doctor hesitated on the answer, "to be honest, I don't expect anybody in worse shape than you to survive long enough to make long enough to transfer into a spare… that being said, anybody who comes in that needs one, they aren't going to get one." 

The doctor pulled out a manila envelope from under her arm, she handed it to Rob, it was a list of fractures, contusions, bruises, trauma to different organs. Rob knew that this woman was right, it was a miracle that he had made it to the hospital alive to be put into a spare, it was a miracle that his body might recover at all. He may as well have jumped out of an airplane and hit the ground from 50,000 ft and survived… he looked up at her, "how long will it take for my body to recover?”

“It's too early to tell… but I'd be shocked, if you were back in your old body by this time next year.”

Rob, let out a slow deep breath, a year of his life as a woman. At least a year of his life. 

There was another knock, they both turned to look at the door. And there was his wife with tears running down her face. “Rob?" 

“Hi." Rob's tiny feminine voice spoke back. And his wife walked in, took her hand, and squeezed in a tight hug. Things had been difficult between them, almost strained, but this was reassuring…

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" His wife, Emily asked. 

Rob chuckled a bit which came off as more of a giggle, "no, pretty sure this body doesn't have any trauma at the moment." 

Emily shook her head, "of course.… I don't know what I was thinking, I've just been freaked out about everything since everything happened. I was informed that you were being rushed to the hospital and when I got here, the doctor just started listing all the things that had happened. And suggested that you get put into a spare body... I agreed, insurance covered it... But I didn't expect this." her eyes seemingly looking over his feminine form.

Rob nodded her head, "yeah, I wasn't expecting to wake up like this either. I have boobs."

Emily's eyes wandered down to her husband's chest, "you do." She wiped a tear away with a finger, and then pulled out her phone, "Talia's downstairs getting food. I should let her know you're awake."

His daughter, Talia, was 21, in college for business administration and architecture. He didn't mean to screw up her life either. Emily's fingers rapidly typed across the phone screen, and then she put it into her purse. 

Emily looked at the doctor, "how long does Rob have to stay here like this?"

The doctor finally broke her silence, "probably a day or so... Just long enough to make sure there aren't any complications with the transfer process. Complications are extremely rare these days but, always good to make sure."

Rob reached out for Emily's hand again, "sorry to worry you."

Emily took his hand, and pulled it to her chest, "it's okay... I'm just happy you're alive. Its going to take a bit to get used to you like this… I mean I know we'll get your old self back when we can." 

The doctor kindly excused herself. Let's let the family have some privacy. Said she'd be back to answer more questions after she finished a few rounds.  

Emily and Rob stayed there in silence. Words weren't really needed, they just had their hands wrapped around each other’s hands. Rob technically had one hand still pressed to his own chest, his other hand reaching out of the blankets, clutching to his wife's, who had both of her arms around his. 

Several minutes passed and there was a single knock before the door opened up, and Talia walked in. "Dad..." She looked him up and down pretending as if she didn't know what had happened, "looking good."

Rob rolled her eyes and laughed, then threw a blanket off to spread both of her arms apart, as if waiting for that hug. Talia rushed in and squeezed her father in his female body. He could feel his daughter's body trembling beneath his grip, as she really was scared. "It's okay honey, I'm all right." 

Talia's head nodded but she spoke no words. Much like his wife had earlier, they just sat like that for a while, no words were needed. 

They sat there for a while, Rob told them about what he remembered about the accident. Emily told him about how each of them had found out about the accident. Emily, had the police show up at her work, let her know there was an accident, and where her husband was being taken. Talia, on the other hand, had her mother show up at her dorm room, in tears, to say there had been an accident. Apparently she forgot to tell her daughter that her father was still alive for the first 5 minutes, just kept repeating over and over that there was an accident.

They stayed and talked for over an hour, both Talia and Emily had prepared to spend the night with Rob, but Rob just sent them to go home, told them both not to worry, that she would be home next day anyway. They had their tearful good nights, and Rob waved her hands to say goodbye, and once they were gone… 

The next morning the family was there waiting to take the patriarch home.  But they had to wait for someone from legal to come down to have Rob sign some legal paperwork.

He had initially expected it to only be liability releases and such, to Rob's surprise it was a packet. He had a legal ID as a spare, and awkwardly, they had renamed him. 

“My name is Catalina Speer? Shouldn't I have a say in this?” The woman formerly known as Rob asked.

"The spare body was assigned a name. That's yours…" the lawyer said, “it is part of the legal system, and is how you are identifiable from a legal standpoint." 

"Okay, what else do I need to be aware of?” the new Catalina asked. 

“How your original body was intended for a recipient, she died before she could use it, and the body's been in Cold storage since… Let's see. Catalina is 26, 5'1, 108 pounds. Chest size was augmented to a 30DD…” The way she looked and noticed that Rob's wife and daughter were staring at him, "I'm sure you can figure out the rest of that stuff yourself.” He had a package under his arm, "the original user was supposed to wear this outfit to leave. It is all yours, unless you have something different that you would prefer to wear when you leave?”

Catalina/ Rob shrugged her shoulders, “well, I certainly wasn't planning on leaving wearing one of these gowns that let everyone see my backside.” She took the package from the lawyer. 

Emily seemed to have an apologetic look, “I didn't even think of bringing better clothes… sorry hun.”

The lawyer left, and Catalina sat there on the side of the bed with the package next to her. She was looking at her wife and daughter.  Days ago he was 6'2, the tallest of them all. His wife was 5'7, and his daughter, 5'9. Now he was 6 in shorter than his wife at 5’1… and yet he awkwardly had bigger breasts than both of them. 

He squeezed his boobs, “I didn't realize they were fake." 

Emily nodded her head, "I didn't either…”

Talia added, “I thought it was totally obvious." 

Emily looked at her daughter, "Talia!”

Talia rolled her eyes, “oh, were we pretending not to notice?" 

Catalina put up her hand, "it's okay. It's weird, but it's okay… I don't need you two to protect me, I'll figure this shit out.” Catalina picked up the package, " I guess I'm going to get dressed, I'll meet you outside in the hallway once I figure this out?” suggesting he didn’t want them there.

"Do you need help?” Emily asked. 

“Probably, but I'm going to do it on my own.” He was aware that was his male pride speaking, and it was something he was going to have to learn to leave behind.

Both Emily and Talia looked at each other skeptically, but they both left the room. They gave Catalina some space to do this on her own.

She walked into her own private bathroom, she opened up the package. She started to spread everything out. There was a lot more than Catalina expected. There was jewelry, there was makeup. There was a g-string, a red dress, stockings, and high heels...  Like, skyscraper high heels. How the fuck was she supposed to wear those?

She picked up the g-string, the original user couldn't have worn regular panties? Well, this was probably going to be the easiest thing, so she stepped into the g string, and pulled them up her legs, until they fit snugly between your legs, and she felt that string come up between her ass cheeks.  

She grabbed one of the stockings next and rolled it down. It was funny, she didn't even think about rolling it. She just did it automatically, and then she slowly rolled them up her legs, and they were these little gel things that kept them in place. She did the same with the other. She pulled the dress over her head, it seemed almost natural to smooth it out and pull it down. It barely covered her ass, showed off her legs and the band line of her stockings. She picked up the rings, she didn't even have to think about it, she knew which fingers each ring went to. Her ears were pierced, and she found that she didn't even have to struggle with putting her earrings in, she never dealt with earrings before in her life. And yet… they just kind of went right where they were supposed to.

She looked down at the makeup, she didn't really know what she was doing with that either. But she did so well, she figured she would at least try, right? But again, to her surprise everything came so naturally. 

Just putting on the foundation had a certain technique to it, and she knew it by heart. She knew exactly the points she needed to put a couple dots here, she grabbed a sponge and started spreading it around like she had been doing it her whole life. Shaping her eyebrows was also just as easy. She never even realized that women shaped their eyebrows like this, and yet she was doing it like a pro. 

She opened up the next little color palette, and she was adding a soft pink eyeshadow, and enhanced it with some browns and whites. Why did she even need more in one color? And yet she knew that this is what she had to do. A little bit of eyeliner, and emphasized it all with the mascara… 

Then came the lips, she used a dark red color as a lip liner, exaggerating with the size of her lips. And then she filled it in with the lipstick. She started to pack up everything into her purse, double-checked her appearance. Push her boobs up a little bit more, just to make the cleavage a little bit more alluring. 

Somehow she knew that she should have been freaked out by how naturally this all came to her. But she wasn't, this is how she liked to look… wait, was it?  Okay yeah she did like to look like this. 

And she stepped into the heels without even thinking about it, and she held her breath. She took a couple of tentative steps, she could walk in high heels. Fuck, she could run a marathon in high heels, she was confident about that at least. 

She grabbed her stuff, and she left the bathroom, she looked around the room she had been staying in. She grabbed her cell phone, her charging cord, and stuffed them into her purse. And then she walked out into the hallway. 

She saw Talia and Emily talking. “So the really awkward thing here is how do I know how to do all this stuff?" interrupting the conversation between her wife and daughter.

Emily and Talia both stopped what they were saying to each other and looked. And they both froze. Seeing the former patriarch of their small family, wearing a slutty red dress with lots of cleavage, high heels, and thick makeup was more than either of them were prepared for. 

"Like seriously. I just opened up the package and I knew exactly what I was supposed to do.”

The doctor happened to be standing there, “keep in mind, the body was originally intended for somebody else, it was prepped for her. She knew how to do that stuff, so there might be a lot of residual knowledge bases in there." 

“Residual?" Catalina asked, " I didn't know women shaped their eyebrows with makeup, I knew exactly what that brush was supposed to do and how to use it. Now, I have some fucking awesome eyebrows. And I have no idea why I knew how to do that.”

The doctor shrugged her shoulder, "I don't have a better answer for you on that. The only relief I can give you is that you don't have to figure this stuff out as you go. You'll probably have to figure some stuff out, but at least it's not all of it.”

With the high heels on, she was almost up to her wife's height now… almost. Her daughter was still taller than both of them. The slutty dress was showing off her cleavage and that was getting the attention of a lot of men around them. Some of the women around them too, who did not look particularly amused at her look in the hospital. “Maybe we should just get out of here?”

“Of course." Emily said as they started walking towards the car. Talia was largely quiet while playing on her phone. They made it to Emily's car, Catalina got into the passenger door on the front, and filled the weirdness of the seat belt between her tits. That would take some getting used to.

Emily asked, "do you just want to go home? If you need to do any shopping, we can do that… if you need any pajamas or anything, we can do more intense shopping tomorrow, what do you need?”

Catalina just agreed, "no you're right, let's just go home. I'm sure I can find some shorts or something to wear to sleep tonight, figure out the rest tomorrow. 

They got home. Just walked into the living room, sat down on the couch, and crossed her legs like it was the most natural thing to do. She didn't even realize she did it until she looked up and saw both her daughter and her wife staring at the feminine sitting position. She uncrossed her legs, and stood up, still wearing the high heels, "sorry.”

Talia moved first, “you don't need to apologize. We all have to get used to this.” She walked over and grabbed Catalina's arm and they all sat down together, Talia crossed her legs first, and then Catalina smiled as she crossed her legs again. “See? Totally normal." 

“Thank you."  

They stayed in the living room for a little while, then it was time for Catalina to get up and walk around the house. Everything was different, the perspectives were all off. Every door knob was roughly at Rob's hip level. Now it was over Catalina's navel.  Her legs were now much smaller now, which means that every step meant that she had to lift her legs up a little bit higher. Walking from room to room meant taking more steps. 

As a woman, even going to the bathroom meant that there was toilet paper being used every single time. Every time she walked by a mirror. It was a compulsion to check her appearance, her hair, her makeup, how straight her clothes were… it was an odd thing to get used to. 

At one point, Catalina walked by the guest room and saw his wife and side making the bed. “What's going on?"

Emily looked like she got caught doing something wrong, "well, he hadn't really talked about it. But I thought you might want to sleep in your own bed tonight.”

Catalina shook her head, “why would you think that? You're my wife. I love you. Why would I want to sleep in any other bed? 

Emily looked a little sheepish, a bit guilty… “ hun… you’re…”

"A Woman?” Catalina finished off the sentence. 

"26.” 

“What?" Catalina asked in confusion.

Emily sat down on the bed, "look… I'm 41, I'm supposed to be married to a 43-year-old man. And instead I'm married to a 26-year-old girl, who is only 5 years older than my daughter. I'm not sure I can be intimate with you like this.”

“I'm still 43… I just happen to be wearing the body of a 26-year-old girl… and I love you. I'm not exactly underage either.”

"You know what I mean.”

Admittedly, Catalina hadn't really given much thought to making love, or having sex with her wife like this. She probably should have thought of this, they probably should have had this conversation… they definitely should have had this conversation before she took the initiative and started making the bed like that. 

"Look, if you don't want me to sleep with you tonight. I won't. But this is a conversation we need to have. Whether it's between us, or someone more… professional. There's a lot here that we need to unpack... Between us.”

Emily nodded her head, “you're not wrong. But please, not tonight.”

Catalina took her wife's hand, and kissed it gently. "Okay… I'll sleep in here tonight.” 

Though she did make it to their bedroom, and found a pair of pajama bottoms that she would try to wear that night. She also wore a big t-shirt. Even with her large breasts, the T-shirt hung over her, and almost down to her knees. 

She took off her makeup, borrowed a scrunchie from her daughter, and she sat in the bed for a little while. She had trouble sleeping. The shorts did not fit right and she ended up sleeping in the G-string.

She got up around 11. It was late, but she opened up her laptop, and decided to sign into her email. She typed in the username and password quickly and pressed the login button, and only then did she realize she didn't type in her email address… it was a muscle memory again, she typed in another email. 

Catalina was more than a little bit confused. The email seemed almost new, about how did she know that email address? There were only a couple of emails. 

But there was an email at the top of the list, the subject lines simply read, ‘Your task.’

This wasn't her email, she shouldn't read it. But part of her just wanted to, and she clicked on it. 

“Catalina… congratulations on your new body. Now. Why don't you be a good girl, and when you go out tomorrow, why don't you dye those luscious locks to a sexy blond… will you do that for me?”

What the hell? This email was for her, it wasn't for the previous user, and they just told her to dye her hair blond? Why would she do that? 

Better question, why was her pussy throbbing at the excitement… at the idea of just obeying the stranger on the internet? She should probably talk to her wife… probably…To Be Continued.

Chapter 2 

Catalina laid there in bed, still in the guest room. She didn't sleep that much, her mind was on that email that told her to go blond.  Her mind was going back and forth, on one hand; she knew she should talk to her wife. She had an email, one that she didn't even know she had, and there were already people talking to her. 

She spent half of her night thinking about what she would look like as a blond. More than that, there was an excitement about doing what she was told. Just the idea of having someone taking control made her aroused. She would lay there thinking about having that strange voice from nowhere telling her to do something, and her doing it. It didn't take long for her fingershad found their way between her legs… she found that her middle and ring finger just seemed to find the perfect spot. It was just a press down, and then she would just move in little little circles in a constant rhythm of pressure. Her legs slowly spreading wider as the night went on. 

“Dye your hair blond," this anonymous voice commanded her, her fingers started to dance between her legs… as she would imagine herself walking into a salon, talking to one of the girls, and they would sit her down, and 20 minutes later she would walk out with blond hair. She would look good with blond hair, it went so well with her tits… and that red dress…

She was being obedient, her nipples were so incredibly swollen at the idea of obeying. So sensitive… 

On the other hand, if it was the imaginary cold shower that would hit her. She was in bed by herself. Her wife had exiled her from the bedroom, she didn't do anything wrong. Her wife once told her that she was bisexual, so there shouldn't be anything wrong…. It wasn't like she was trying to have sex, she just wanted to hold her wife. And yet she was in the guest room. Like she was in the dog house, like she had done an unforgivable sin against her wife. 

She didn't sleep much that night, her mind largely went back and forth between huddled up into the fetal position on her side. Frustrated with her wife, angry with the situation, wondering why she had to be in this room by herself… and then she tried to break away from those darker thoughts, and she would find herself lying on her back, the weight of her breasts pushing down on her chest, one hand between her legs, as her legs are spread wide, masturbating to the idea of obeying that strange voice. 

She finally got to sleep around 3 in the morning. Catalina wasn't entirely sure that it was 3, but that was the last time she remembered seeing on the clock beside the bed.  It was around 6 that she heard movement downstairs, and she woke up and found herself walking down. 

She walked into the kitchen to find both Emily and Natalia sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Talia was already dressed, her makeup was done, and she was wearing jeans, a white top, and wearing a black leather jacket. They both smiled as Catalina walked in, “coffee?" 

"Please.” she said. Talia stood up, grabbed the cup, and poured it in for her. “Thank you." She added milk and sugar like she always did, and then took a sip. It was bitter, it didn't matter how much sugar she added, or milk… she did not like that. "I guess I don't like coffee…” 

Emily suggested tea, but she was going to have to make it herself because she had to get ready for work… and Talia was already halfway to the front door, returning only quickly to give a kiss to the cheeks of her parents. “Love you guys, see you in the evening." 

"Love you too.”

Catalina made a cup of tea, she used a little bit more sugar than usual, but she liked that. She sipped on it for a little while, and by 7, she was in the house by herself. Alone for the next 10 hours. 

Her spare body had a driver's license, and she did have her vehicle. She wasn't sure how they got it back to the house, Emily and Talia probably did it, both drove in one car to his workplace, and one of them drove it home… but it was at home. 

She went to the upstairs bathroom, the one in the guest room… she took a shower, she found it strange that certain things came to her naturally… shaving her legs, her pits… how she knew exactly what products to use in her hair, the fact that she was relieved at the bathroom was stocked with body wash instead of just a bar of soap… by the time she stepped out of the bathroom, there was this feminine scent that seemed to linger around her, and for some reason she liked that. She needed to go shopping, all she had was this one red dress, and she wore it yesterday… and she had to wear it again… two days in a row... 

And then she opened up that laptop, and she stared at that email.  

‘Be a good girl.’ Her eyes focused on that for a moment, and it made her wet. And then she looked at it, did she want to dye her hair blond? 

Fuck, it was hard to think clearly. 

An hour later, she was walking inside the mall, She found herself in a store buying some better underwear. And not just underwear, it was mostly thongs and g-strings, bras that were meant to lift, meant to push together, stockings that would make her legs look like they were 10 miles long.

Then she did other clothes shopping, she bought a couple of bags and purses… and then she needed some clothes she could wear around the house, or out in public. She bought a lot of skirts, dresses, short shorts. She didn't even notice the fact that she didn't buy a single pair of pants. She knew what looked good on her body, and then as she decided it was time to leave, she found herself stopped and staring at a salon. 

She walked in, and there was a woman at reception, “can we help you with anything? Do you have an appointment?" 

"I don't.” she bit her lip and started playing with her hair, “I was thinking about trying something a little more dramatic… blond…”

“Oh? Have you ever done it before?" 

Catalina shook her head to say ‘no,’ and then verbally added, "I need to try something different.”

Another woman walked by, “I can take her. Both of my clients today had to shift their appointments till next week… if you're interested.”

She thought about it, “yeah, if you don't mind let's do it." 

She sat down figuring this might take 20 minutes.  It didn't. They took a small piece of her hair, and put it into a piece of tin foil and spread the chemicals on it, the excuse was to test it, make sure her hair wouldn't break. 

That took nearly a half an hour as they had to apply chemicals, and then wait 20 minutes, remove the tin foil, and rinse.  Her hair was fine. They warned her since her hair was longer, it might take a little bit longer. And she agreed readily. 

Before she knew it. Her hair was coated in these little tin foil strips, and it took nearly an hour before the first treatment was done… It didn't take long for her to get used to that scent of bleach hanging in the air around her. That it was time to remove, then she had to wait another hour, and then a second hour while they did it again… this was done three times.

Then it was time for the toning. This still included a little bit of bleach but also a color that was very different. This was made to make sure that her hair was a consistent tone, it got rid of any brassiness in her hair from what was left of her old color. How did she even understand what brassiness was?

Then they had to deal with her roots. They use special creams and a gloss to help make the darker hair at her roots blend in smoothly with her newly blond hair. 

As if that wasn't enough, they gave her a blowout and a brief style, and when she looked at the clock it was almost dinner time. She had been in the salon for nearly 8 hours. The hair dye, between the chemicals and hourly cost had a price tag of just over $1200.  

As she stepped outside, she noticed a text message on her phone asking where she was. It was Talia, it was her turn to make dinner and wanted to know when she would be home.

Catalina’s fingers glided over her phone as she said that she bought new clothes and had her hair done… and that she would be home in about 45 minutes. 

The triple dots appeared, her daughter was typing… then stopped… then started again… a few times… finally. ‘sounds good! I'll have dinner ready. Can't wait to see your hair!’

It took quite a few minutes to get those three sentences out.  Catalina felt a little bad, she imagined Talia’s face looking confused at her father in a woman's body going to get her hair done… She imagined her writing confused questions, asking what she did and second-guessing herself because she wanted to be supportive. In the end, she wrote those three sentences. 

A little drive later, Catalina was pulling into the driveway, pressed the button on the visor to open the garage door and pulled her car in.  There was a moment when she stopped, opened up the visor’s mirror and double-checked her makeup and made sure the front of her dress was right… something she never did as a man beyond making sure his tie was straight.  She stepped out, a wave of her blond hair framing her vision, framing her face. She grabbed the ten bags of clothes and accessories she bought…

Then she walked inside, stepping into the kitchen and saw Emily and Talia who both just stopped what they were doing and stared at her. 

Talia spoke first, “your hair looks… good.”

Emily was a bit frozen, but caught up, “yeah. They did a really good job. Where did you go?" 

Catalina shrugged. “Thanks, that place in the mall." 

Emily seemed surprised, “they're usually booked up for weeks in advance." 

Again, Catalina shrugged, “Kristi had an opening and took me right in." 

Talia froze, “Kristi? Like the owner? She is expensive… how long were you there?”

"Like 8 hours. But totally worth it.”

Talia nodded her head silently, but Emily parked up, "how much did that cost?”

Catalina grabbed her phone and started scrolling at something, “twelve hundred." 

There was a pause, “Twelve…. Hundred…" a long pause between those two words, then a longer one, “...dollars?" 

Talia was witness to the strangest fight between her parents that she had ever seen. On one hand it almost looked like a fight between a mother and daughter fighting over money. On the other hand, there were arguments about how large expenses should go through each other. Catalina would remind Emily how often she would buy clothes or even do her hair and spend large amounts without checking, despite even when Rob replaced a TV, he had checked with Emily… she was a woman now, and there would have to be a large amount spent initially.  But Emily argued that she shouldn't spend that much on hair. Catalina argued it was too late now. Within 15 minutes, Talia watched as both of her parents didn't eat dinner, and both had retreated to different rooms… 

Catalina stood in the middle of her room… which was the guest room, but somehow that had become her room in just 24 hours.  She was seeing over her fight with her wife. Where did she get off thinking that she could just tell her that getting a haircut was bad?

She looked at the laptop sitting on the desk in the corner. And she opened it up, and she saw that email, the one that told her to get blond hair. The one that she obeyed, like a, ‘good girl.’ She hit the reply button, ‘I did it.’ just three words. 

It took less than a minute for a reply, ‘good girl. You know, why don't you send me a picture.’

She stared at that message again. There was such a wetness between her legs and looking at the response telling her that she was a good girl… she should not be that horny. She should be furious at being patronized in such a way… but she wasn't. Instead, there was a strange feeling of validation, it felt good…. She shouldn't send the picture. But she was already opening her phone, checking her makeup, and then giving a wink and a kiss to the camera as she took a picture from above, just making sure to get a little bit of cleavage in at the bottom.  She transferred the picture from her phone to her laptop, and then she attached the picture… and hit send. 

The response again came in under a minute, ‘good girl.’ and that was it…

A little while later there was a knock in the door, it was Talia, she had a plate full of food. “Look, I don't know what's going on between you and Mom right now… but you need to eat something.” 

Catalina was suddenly hyper-aware Talia called her ‘Dad’ once in the hospital, but since then, she wasn’t ‘Dad,’ she wasn’t ‘Rob,’ she wasn’t ‘Catalina,’ and she certainly wasn’t ‘Mom.’ Talia didn’t have a name for her.  She put a bowl on the desk next to the closed laptop. "Thanks, Talia. I'm sure we'll get through this… it's just… strange." 

She nodded her head, they tried to have a conversation but it just ended up being a lot of small talk. 

Later in the evening there was a phone call, it was on the landline. That phone almost never rang, in fact they probably would have got rid of it 10 years ago, except that it only cost $2 a month as part of their internet service. 

A few minutes after that, there was a knock on the door. Catalina opened it, and saw Emily, her eyes were a bit swollen, red, “my uncle Wayne passed away 2 days ago." 

Just like that, they put their pain aside, Catalina pulled Emily into a hug and held her, and Emily broke down. Catalina cried, she never cried over things like this, but for some reason her emotions were a little out of control. Emily seemed to appreciate the extra emotion that her husband normally didn't show. The funeral was planned for Saturday, it was about a 2 and 1/2 hour drive. 

Saturday morning came, the three of them were going to be leaving shortly. Catalina found this black dress, it was tight, it showed off her cleavage in a way that made her feel really good. She had these fishnets stockings to go with it, and a pair of high heels that really made her ass look good. As she walked into the kitchen, there was a look on both Talia and Emily's faces. They both had an opinion, but it was Emily that spoke, “you can't wear that." 

Catalina looked down at herself, "what's wrong with the way I look?”

Emily blatantly said, “you look like a slut. Are you going to the funeral to get laid?”

Catalina was about to say something to Emily, but instead looked to Talia, "hun, please tell your mother I look just fine for a funeral." 

Talia closed her eyes for a second, looked at her mother and put one hand on her mother's upper arm, “why don't you leave first, we'll meet you there." 

Both Emily and Catalina look confused, and Talia just walked up and grabbed Catalina's arm, "Mom's not entirely wrong, come on, let's find something together.”

They walked up to Catalina's room, and they went through her closet. Talia found nothing that worked for a funeral. So they walked back to her room, and she opened up a closet and found a black dress that was more appropriate. It didn't show a lot of chest, it had a little sleeve, and it went down a little past her knees. 

Catalina's reaction was, "I don't like it… I feel like I’m a prude or a spinster or something." 

Talia put a soft hand on Catalina's shoulder, “are you calling me a prude?"

Was there a good answer? “No, Talia, you're not a prude. I just don't think I like my body image like this." 

Talia nodded at her head and gave Catalina a little hug from behind, “Well you're not supposed to be comfortable at a funeral. But Mom needs us.”

Talia and Catalina arrived. There were a lot of glances and stares, everyone had heard what happened. But it didn't change the fact that everyone wanted to see Rob and his new appearance… Catalina. Everyone had a kind word for her, sympathy… She typically thanked whoever spoke, but asked that their focus be on the immediate family of the deceased. Not to worry about her being the wrong body for a few months. 

There were a lot of people, a lot of friends, a lot of family. Emily's boss, Cody even showed up to give his sympathies on behalf of the company. 

It was late when they got back. Catalina walked up to Emily and gave her another hug, "I really am sorry." 

Emily returned the hug and thanked her. Catalina asked if she really wanted to be alone that night, and Emily almost seemed apologetic as she said she didn't want to sleep together… but Catalina was okay with that, sort of… she at least understood that her wife needed something… even if that something was not being with her. 

She sat down and took off her daughter's dress. She put on a nightgown, it was a little bit more risque lingerie then the pajamas that he would have worn as a man. She walked over to Talia's room, handed her the dress. At first Talia didn’t like Catalina’s sleepwear, but then she seemed to scowl at the dress, “I think you stretched it out…” clearly referring to the chest area, "maybe you should hold on to it just in case in the future…" 

Catalina nodded her head, “okay… I'm sorry… and thanks.” Talia squeezed Catalina and gave her a tight hug.  And then they said their good nights. 

Catalina opened the laptop for the first time in 3 days, and there was that email again… that mysterious person, ‘does the carpet match the drapes?’ She rolled her eyes, but they was an immediate sensation of arousal between her legs. Part of her knew she shouldn't answer, but she did… because clearly the hair in her head did not match the hair on her crotch. She sent the one word response. Whoever was on the other end of this email chain was turning into a bad habit. 

Less than a minute later there was another response, ‘shave it… and send me a before and after picture.’

Fuck that. She went to bed, but she found herself tossing and turning. Her hand moving inside of her thong, feeling the hairiness between her legs… maybe she could trim it, but there was no way she was shaving it. 

She began rubbing her clit, thinking about trimming it. About shaving it…. No, she wasn't going to shave it.

The next morning she was picking out an outfit, something to wear when she went out for a walk. And she grabbed her camera and she sat down on the bed, took off her underwear, and she snapped a picture of her hairy crotch. She didn't like the way it looked on the camera… and then she went to the shower, she washed her hair, she used the body wash to wash her body, and then she started shaving her legs… and then her pits… and then slowly but surely she started to shave her crotch. When she got out of the shower, she took a picture.  She uploaded both the before and after picture to her laptop, and then sent it to the mysterious email. 

The response was quick, ‘good girl.’

She went for a walk, her mind was anywhere but where it should be. She should be worried about and trying to fix things with Emily, she should worry about the damage that her relationship with Emily was having on Talia… but instead she was wondering what the next task that the mysterious text would send her…

She was getting ready for bed that night, and she opened up the email, “you need a toy. In fact, you need a few. Get a couple of dildos, big ones, ones that can barely wrap your hands around, nice and long, show me how much of a size queen you are.’

She laid in bed that night, she couldn't sleep. She wasn't even going to pretend like she was going to refuse the strange voice. The idea… They just made her so wet…  to get that toy… the idea of having those toys to use on herself. And the next day she found herself going into an adult toy store. There were videos on one side, outfits on another and then there was a giant display of toys.  She left with four little boxes, okay, they weren't little. One was an anal butt plug set that had six different sizes. And then she had two dildos, a pitch black one. It looked like it was made of rubber, and then the other one looked like it was realistic. And then there was a big bottle of lube.

She took a picture of them, and then sent them to the mysterious emailer.  The response was almost immediate, ‘don't send me a picture of them by themselves… be a good girl, send me a picture of them being used. Show me the plug in your ass, show me the black one half buried in your snatch. And show me your slutty painted lips wrapped around the head of the other.’

She put the lube on the smallest butt plug first… and she slowly eased it into her ass. It didn't hurt like she thought it would, but it made her feel full, almost like she had to go to the bathroom. It was hard to control her muscles, they wanted to push it out, but she closed her eyes and breathed slowly and when it got past the halfway point just kind of slid itself right into place… and then she got her hands and knees, drop down to her shoulders, so her ass is up in the air… and she reached between her legs with the camera trying to get a good view of it with her head tilted in such a weird direction… and she snapped the picture…

She took the black dildo, and just like with the butt plug, she put plenty of lube on it, and then stuck the suction cup to her wooden chair, and started to sit on it, slowly working it into herself. She was surprised at how good it felt. 

She had to set the camera on her phone for a timer. And she took a few pictures until she found the one that she thought made her look the best… 

And then in the final picture, her lips were sluttified. Lip liner to make her lips look bigger than they should have been, a bright shiny red color to them… and then she had her lips wrapped around the fake cock. And again she took a picture. She uploaded from her phone to her laptop, and then emailed all of them. 

‘good girl.’ That was it. 

The next morning she opened up her laptop and there was another email, ‘I think it's time that we take this a little bit further… wouldn't you agree?’

She thought about it, part of her. Just wanted to say ‘yes.’ but she didn't. The idea of just saying yes made herself fucking wet… but that wasn't enough, instead she simply responded, ‘what did you have in mind?’

To be continued…

Chapter 3

The mysterious person had simply left two things. A smiley face emoji and a link to an encrypted messaging service. She downloaded it. She quickly created a username, and since it was based on her phone number, even though the privacy settings were down, within minutes she had received her first message. Two words: ‘good girl.’

For the first time, they had the ability to talk live. That meant it would be harder for her to ignore the messages for a day or two. She would have to start to obey when she was told, or not. 

He sent a link. It was to a website, and she clicked on it. It was a role-play website, it was for an adult role play. She created a username and password, and signed in. 

On the messaging app, she received more instructions, she was to use her own face as her avatar. She could make herself up in any way that she wanted, but it would be her face on that website. She swallowed hard, but she knew she would do it. 

It almost seems surreal, but she used some of her makeup techniques, makeup techniques that she still didn't really understand how she knew… She contoured her face, exaggerated her lips, used eyeliner to change the shape of her eyes, and she took a picture and then using a cliched duck face picture, she uploaded. She was her own avatar.

She had disabled the notifications on her phone. At least the ones for the messaging app, that way she wouldn't be interrupted when she was with others. But she knew she would be expected to answer as quickly as possible. Otherwise she would be checking constantly when she was alone, waiting for the next task, her next command. 

The next morning, Catalina made her way to the kitchen, she saw Talia, “good morning." 

"Good morning.” there was a warm smile behind her daughter's face. But she still noticed the lack of her using a name, or a dad, or even a mom… like when a person's always just called ‘hey.’ But she still said nothing. 

Emily came in a minute later, she was getting ready for work. 

Talia spoke to her mother, “Don't forget,  I made an appointment for 6 to get our nails done.” That was a mother-daughter thing that they did from time to time. 

But Emily's face soured for a minute, “I'm sorry hun, I forgot about that… I actually have an appointment at work and I'm going to be home late.”

"Oh.” A single word that contained an entire conversation's worth of disappointment.. 

"Maybe we can reschedule for some time this weekend?” Emily suggested trying to make it up.

Talia shook her head, "no. unfortunately, they're booked up for the next two weeks, and I really need a refresh…" It was an awkward silence where nobody said anything. And then Talia looked at Catalina who was sipping on her coffee, just staring at her for a moment in contemplation. 

Catalina put her cup down, “what?" 

There wasn't a strong look, just a casual question for another woman in the room on her face, and then she spoke it, “do you want to come with me instead?" 

It was an awkward silence between all three. Talia technically just asked her dad to have her nails done. Catalina, who was actually more feminine than she should have been in this body, so it wasn't entirely outside of her comfort zone. And then Emily just froze in place and watched the interaction. 

"I'd love to.” There was a slight pause, "six, you said? Send me an address, I'll be there.”

Talia smiled, "okay,” and gave Catalina a big hug. When the hug was over, Emily was gone. 

They had a brief conversation about how Talia hoped that she didn't offend her mother, Catalina tried to reassure her. It was her mother, she wouldn't hold a grudge against her… and even though she smiled, she knew it was true, but wondered if she just made her wife a little bit more angry at her… did she just get herself banished to that guest room a little bit longer for saying ‘yes’ to her daughter? 

A little while later, Talia left for classes. She knew her daughter's schedule, and she knew she had only three classes that day, one at 8, one at 11, one at 3. She really would be alone all day. 

Once she was alone she opened up the messaging app. There was a list of links to the same roleplay site. They were listed under three categories, ‘bimbo,’ ‘slave,’ and ‘slut.’ 

She looked up each one, they were not active role plays, they were requests for people looking for role plays. And her instructions were to reach out to every one of them on the list, see who responded, and commit to one from each group.

Oddly enough, the most common question was whether people were asking who her Avatar was. Whether it was an influencer or a pornstar or what? She answered honestly, there was some disbelief, but after some conversations they came to the meat of the requests. 

The role play that she chose for the first category ended up being about a woman whose boyfriend was in trouble with some loan sharks. Of course to get her boyfriend out of trouble, she would have to become a bimbo for a month. She had to act a certain way, dress a certain way. 

And she did just that. They started out by having the other player play the part of her boyfriend at first. All lovey-dovey, a cute relationship that any woman would love, at least according to the guy. And then one night, while they were out on a date, they were grabbed in an underground garage. They are threatening to break her boyfriend's legs unless she agreed to come with them. And of course her character did. 

She went through a big makeover of course where she went from some mousey brunette, to a platinum blond bombshell. She went from jeans in a tank top to wearing brightly colored dresses that were so skimpy, that they looked like they were the leftover pieces of dresses. From sneakers to high heels. She was instructed to be dumb, or at least act that way when she was around the men. 

And as the role play unfolded, she became that bimbo, always acting dumb, always acting superficial, always being pretty. She would always flirt with her eyes, especially with the men that looked good. And as any role play like that would go, and as any role play like that would go, she would slowly start to embrace the role. Enjoy being the bimbo. And little by little, her character no longer wanted to be the old her. This was her forever and ever. 

While she was playing this bimbo role, she had also started to do the same thing for the other roles. There are a number of request threads for the slave. She ended up negotiating with someone playing the cruel mistress. She had taken the woman who had stolen her husband, and took her to her secret dungeon. It started with her tied to a giant ‘’X’ frame. The mistress used a cat-of-nine-tails to whip her into shape. Cracking the inside of her thighs until there were welts that were rising up on her skin, they hurt, but at the same time they felt so good.

Then as the character went on her arc she got used to wearing fetish style clothing with latex and leather, and even a little bit of rubber. Wearing freakishly tall high heels. Learning to acknowledge her mistress with every command, “yes, Mistress." She learned to take all her Mistresses toys in all of her holes, and more importantly, she learned to love every violation.

Her character started to crave every humiliation, every indignity, and every command. She soon realized that she was so in love with her cruel mistress, that she would do anything for her…

Her mistress would never love her, but she was a slave, she was her slave… and she was devoted in her obedience.

And then her role as the slut started. She found a man at a dance club, she wasn't planning to have sex at all, she was a virgin of course. But she found that man, she had a couple drinks, and suddenly everything seemed like a good idea. She found her way back to his house, and his cock was so big that she didn't think she could take it in any of her holes. But she took it and every one of them. Not only that, but she loved it. She lost count of how many orgasms she had. 

Once she had a taste of that, she needed more. The very next night she was out at a club, and she found another man, and she only put in half the effort at playing hard to get. After a couple drinks they went back to his place, just like with the man the night before, she sucked his cock, she fucked him, and he unloaded his jizz all over her face, and she loved it. 

She was rapidly becoming a slut, embracing the idea of being a slut. It wasn't about who she was fucking, she was just making sure that she was fucking. She started buying sluttier and sluttier outfits, going out to these clubs, finding the hottest of menand sometimes women, and letting them take her home and having their way with her… And she started craving it, she just couldn’t get enough of the attention, enough of the phjysical sensations…

Of course outside the realm of role play, she was getting instructions from her mysterious friend. If her character was sucking on a cock or a dildo, she was to be doing the same thing with her dildo. And of course, taking a picture and sending it on the messaging app. 

And she was being a good girl, after all they told her that's what she was… every time… after sending the pictures, after complying with their commands.

Catalina knew that this person was watching the role play, they were posted on public forums. So she made sure that every time she made a post about getting one of her holes filled as a slut, as a slave, or as a bimbo, she would make sure she sent a picture in the messaging app within seconds of submitting her risque reply. 

Each time she got the same old response, ‘good girl.’ but despite that being the same old response, it wasn't getting old, it was getting more and more thrilling, and not for her characters, but for her.. 

Around 4 she had to stop. She was so wet, and she needed to relieve that before she went to see her daughter. She told the other players that she was playing with that she was going to be stopping for a little bit. 

And she took one of the toys, and she slowly started to use it on herself, over and over… closing her eyes, reliving the experiences of her characters, until she came one explosive time.

She cleaned up her mess, cleaned up her toys, and then it was time to shower, and get ready to meet with Talia. 

Catalina got into a car, she typed in the address into the phone which automatically synced up with her GPS. She followed the arrows until she was pulling into the parking lot. She was looking up as a sign, it was a big red dragon. The man inside her, the one whose voice seemingly got quieter everyday, seemed to think that the logo would be more appropriate for a comic book store than a nail salon. 

She saw Talia waiting in the front waving to her, she leaned back, swung her purse over her shoulder and started walking across the parking lot. They gave each other a quick hug, and they went inside.

They went up to the receptionist, Talia did the talking explaining how the first appointment wasn't there, but her ‘friend’ was taking her mother's spot. Admittedly, that hurt Catalina more than she wanted to admit, her daughter didn't want to admit that the woman next to her was her father. She knew on an intellectual level, she appeared to be a woman around the same age as Talia, it wouldn't have made a lot of sense to the average person without a lot of explanation… but it still hurt a bit more than she would have expected. 

The whole process took longer than she expected. There was a consultation, she had to tell the technician what she was looking for, what kind of nails she wanted to get done, the shape, the color, the style and so forth. She looked at a few colors and had to pick one. She picked a fuchsia color with a rounded tip, and she chose longer nails that went a good half inch (or just over a centimeter for you metric bitches ;)  j/k maybe) past her finger tips. 

She sat down, put her wrist on a nice little cushion, while the nail technician went about the process of cleaning her fingers, and filing them down into a preferred shape. More time was spent as the technician buffed down her nails, and then had to size each of her nails to the selection of nails that they had. Apparently every person has a different size set of fingers, who would have guessed? So once they had picked her 10 nails they started the process of gluing them down. And then there was the painting. When it was done she kept her fingers under a nice little blue light, she did notice that her daughter was already done long before she was. 

When it was all done she started tapping her nails on the table. It was a strange, yet satisfying tap. In fact, she could probably do it all day… tap tap tap.

When she got up, she reached into her purse to pull out her credit card. But the woman said that Talia had already paid. Catalina smiled and thanked the woman. And then stood up to see her daughter. They showed one-another their nails and giggled a bit. She had never had such a perfectly girly moment in her life, and apparently her daughter never had one with her father either. 

They drove back to the house, it was close to 8:00 when they sat down. Too late to cook dinner, but they were leftovers from the night before, and they sat down together. Emily didn't arrive home until close to 10.  Catalina checked on her just to make sure everything was all right, she said everything was, and then complained about how she hated the overtime without pay…

Emily saw Catalina's nails. There was almost a scowl, but she forced a smile and complimented her… Catalina tapped her nails, and said it was strange and oddly therapeutic. There was a brief silence before they both laughed. Emily kissed Catalina on the cheek and went to bed. 

Catalina had got back to her roleplays. But once Emily was in bed, she got another message on the messenger.  ‘Time for more roles. Be a good girl.’

And there she was doing it again. Reaching out to another round of players. Some were complimenting her style after reading her other threads, others again… inquiring about who her avatar was. 

Her second bimbo roleplay focused on being a college student in debt who lost her job, she was about to get kicked out of her apartment when she met a rich man. He offered to pay her student debts, pay for a nicer place to stay… all she had to do was be the perfect bimbo when not in class. 

She got a new wardrobe. New makeup, a nice new apartment in the nice neighborhood, and a hot sports car to drive around.  All she had to do was be available for dates as long as they didn't conflict with her class schedule.  She acted dumb and superficial but was the perfect eye candy. 

Catalina started a second slave roleplay, this time with a master.  It was less about the pain and more about the humiliation. 

He took her for walks at the local park. We would place a suction-cupped buttplug on the chair at a restaurant that she had to sit on. He picked out her outfits which were always some mix of rubber and/or latex.  

He treated her like a doll. She didn't get to say anything, but he would take her by the arm, put her in place and drop his pants and she would be expected to perform…

Then there was the second slut post. This one was less about a woman that would sleep with anyone and more about a woman who kept finding herself in situations where she slept with multiple people at once.  

The first night she found herself in an orgy with a group of five women.  They started by laying down in a circle, on their sides, each woman's head buried been the thighs of the woman in front of her.  A perfect circle, which broke into them separating and getting toys. Taking turns fucking and plugging each other like some coke-fueled porno.

Of course her character found herself the very next night as the only woman playing poker with some guys.  When she ran out of money. It became strip poker, and she kept losing until she had no more clothes!  That was okay, but once she was out of clothes, she traded sexual favors… and she kept losing… almost like she was losing on purpose. 

Then on the next day she was sitting in HR with a guy she filled a sexual harassment complaint against, also her department manager and the HR manager were also present. She opened the argument with, “Look, he's a creep. There has been plenty of evidence against him that demonstrates that he is obsessed, but I also know that you two," her character pointed at the managers “have also been staring at me. I'm willing to let this go if you give me a 10% raise… fuck, I'll let you all spitroast me over this desk if you make it 20%..." And they did. 

The next morning she woke up to a message from her mystery person asking about her nails, they were in some of the pics she sent.  She told him that she got her nails done. 

She was told to send a video of her stroking her big dildo, and make sure her sexy nails were noticable.  She did. And she got her reward, “good girl." 

The next couple days were a weird balance of trying to do role plays, send the mystery emailer evidence that she was doing as she was told, and balancing family life. 

Emily was clearly getting busier at work. She seemed to stay out later, part of her thought that it was possible that Emily was just trying to avoid seeing her husband as a woman. But she wanted to think it was not that, at the same time, she was not only avoiding her husband who had been through a lot of trauma, but managed to keep herself away from her daughter. 

One night it was Catalina's turn to make dinner, and she spent time as she normally did and made a meal that everyone would enjoy. At this point it was to nobody's surprise that Emily had to stay late at work and missed out on the dinner. 

Once the dinner was over, Talia started to do the dishes, Catalina started to clean up the table. When they were both done, Catalina was walking through the living room and she saw that Talia was putting on a movie. “Watching anything good?" 

Talia shrugged in the way she would normally do to her father, “A Big Bold Beautiful Journey." 

“Sounds like a porno.” Was Catalina's response. 

“Its not.” she opened up her blanket, "You want to watch with me?” 

Catalina stopped, she knew nothing about the movie beyond the fact that it was a chick-flicky movie. But she turned direction, walked right over to Talia. Sat down right next door and crossed her legs. "Sure, it's been awhile since we did anything together like that.”

The movie was more engaging then Catalina would have thought. As a man, she never enjoyed those movies, for some reason she was enjoying this one. And as they were approaching the climax of the movie, she was getting emotional, her eyes were filling with tears, and she was trying not to close them for fear of spilling tears and rolling her makeup. Talia handed her a tissue, and she did something that she didn't even know she knew how to do. She folded the tissue in half and was able to dab at her tears without ruining her makeup. 

She opened up her cell phone to look at her makeup… and it was suddenly a correction, ‘ without ruining most of her makeup. There was a little black streak on the corner of the left side of her cheek. But everything else had been salvaged. 

“I can't believe you just cried." Talia said with a laugh. 

"God-damn female hormones.” Catalina responded with her own laugh. 

Talia gave her a hug, “thanks for watching it with me."

"I'm just glad we were able to sit down. Haven't done anything like this in a while. We should do it more often.” Catalina said feeling emotional distance that she hadn't realized she was feeling with her daughter.

“I'd like that." 

They sat there and discussed a movie for a while, they recognized the things that a lot of people hated about the movie. They recognized the things that made the movie great, emotional intimacy, the character development… and so much more…

And then Emily came home. She seemed almost surprised to see both of them there curled up on the couch. “Did I miss something?" 

“Just A movie night between us girls.” Talia said. Catalina felt a bit of warmth between her and Talia that she hadn't realized that she had been missing until that moment…but she still wasn't calling her dad, Catalina… or Mom… just that constant ‘hey’ presence… But…  but there was more acceptance than there had been.

Emily seemed a little confused… she missed something… but she wasn't sure what. It was an expression on her face like she knew she did something wrong, guilt… she should have been there? 

"Maybe next time.”

A little while later, Catalina found herself in her room, she had her laptop open, and she just finished updating her sixth roleplay she was engaged with… just as she finished submitting the last reply to the last one, her phone pinged. 

It was a message from her mysterious friend. ‘Tell me, you've been playing three very different roles… which one is the real you? Are you a bimbo?  Are you a Slave?  Or are you a Slut?’

She paused to think for a moment, and then she started typing…

Chapter 4 

She thought about it. It was not an easy decision. What made her more excited?  Being the epitome of femininity? Doing what she was told without a pause. Spreading her legs for any or everyone?  

Just in the roleplays, they each did something to her… she wanted to act dumb, look pretty, and be taken care of, almost a caricature of femininity… when it was the obedient one, the girl who took pleasure and always saying yes, finding a thrill in the humiliation, excitement in bondage, and the fashion choices are so much more interesting… and then there was never knowing who the next person would be, what next sexual adventure would come, or cum? Who, what, when and where, and how the next person she would have…

All three, pushing over right buttons, but which one was more? Which one best described her? Which one did she want to do more? 

There was another buzz on her phone. In the messaging app, ‘Don't keep me waiting.’

Even those four words did something deep inside her, made her core squeeze, her vagina drip… and suddenly the answer was so obvious, how could she not have known? ‘Knot’ have known? She never realized that she bit her lower lip, and licked it until she had already done it. 

She started typing, “I'm just a girl who does what she's told." 

She just saw the three dots appear, stop, and reappear. She held her breath while she was waiting for the words to appear on her screen. ‘say it.’

Her heart was pounding your chest, she felt her face flush with heat, her panties moist, ‘I am a slave.’

‘Good Girl…’ she felt that familiar warmth envelop her core once again, her adrenaline or something was building in her… She didn't have a chance to respond before she saw the three dots appear again… her breath caught again, she waited… and then the words came, ‘whose slave are you?’

She had no idea who this was. She wasn't sure if it was a man or woman, just that they knew every word to push her to physical ecstasy, emotional vulnerability, and mental deliverance to something she didn't yet have a name for…

‘yours.’ 

‘Try again.’ The excitement was building as the other person responded with that, she found her fingers slipping under her dress, under her panty line, teasing herself… 

With her other hand, she typed in a response… ‘I am your slave.’ And there it was, she just exposed herself in a way that she was not entirely prepared for. But somehow she needed this, somehow she needed so much more than this…

‘good girl… are you ready to prove it?’

‘yes.’ She was actively biting her lip, just holding herself in that position… waiting for a response… and then it came…

And oh, how it was so disappointing, ‘good night then.’

She went to bed, horny and frustrated… Still angry that her wife was still  ignoring her… still the exile. Still being persecuted for something she didn't do. 

But at least her dreams were more fun, dreams that were so much like the roleplays she was engaging in. Dreams that made most of the porn she watched as a man seem tame.

Catalina woke up the next morning, she checked her messages, nothing. She looked forward to hearing what her mystery person would have to say next, would she find out any details about them? Was it a man? A woman?  Both had their thrilling moments. 

She made her way down to the kitchen, Talia had poured a cup of coffee for Catalina. Emily was already drinking hers. Emily was dressed in a nice pantsuit ready for work, The crease was ironed sharply, he was almost as if she was using her professionalism as an armor. 

Talia gave Catalina a hug. She said that she had a fun time the night before. And Catalina said the same, but the conversation ran very short as Natalia had to head off to class. 

Emily excused herself to go to the bathroom. Her phone was sitting on the counter, It was something she never would have done before, but Catalina took the phone, and picked it up. She typed in the password, ‘Boston…’ the city of her father's favorite sports team. The password didn't work… she pressed her lips together, and just put it back the way it was: face down. 

It was a growing divide between them, and Catalina had wondered if a lot of it was from the fact that she had become a woman… that was when she first noticed it, but was that it? She didn't think there was anything wrong with their marriage before, she knew things were strained, the worked long hours, so did she. But when it came time to dinner, intimacy, they did have it… didn't they? 

Emily walked into the room, she scanned it for a second, saw her phone and picked it up, and then she took her purse. “ I should be home on time tonight… maybe we can do something as a family.”

Catalina smiled, "that would be nice," and she meant it. It was the first real gesture she had felt that her wife was making in days. Unfortunately, it was still a cloud hanging over them, she wondered if she was just being paranoid, if she was just being the woman that her father warned ‘him’ about… he wasn't even sure which woman he was referring to, herself, or her wife…

Emily's smile seemed to reach her eyes at Catalina's response. “What do you think you want to do?" 

She shrugged her shoulders, "I'll ask Talia what she wants to do. If she doesn't have anything good, I'm sure we can come up with something.”

"All right.” Emily picked up her jacket, and walked towards the door, her heels echoing across the foyer almost like a judge's gavel. 

She sat down and watched the television for a little while, she was not entirely sure what she wanted to watch. She found herself flipping between shows that she shouldn't have had any interest in, at least until she needed to take a shower. Once she had cleaned herself, shaved and dried off, there was a message on her phone… in the app… her mystery person. 

She wanted to answer right away, but she promised to talk to Talia first, and she was afraid that she would get distracted if she answered her mystery person first. She made a call, and Talia admitted that she wanted to try a certain restaurant, it was a little bit more upscale, they would have to dress up a bit, but Catalina was up for it… after she hung up with her daughter, she texted Emily the details, and Emily responded with a ‘thumbs up’ emoji. Catalina was already getting nervous that she was going to be going to that dinner with just Talia..

Back to the Mystery person… There were instructions, it was a bit risque, and it made her hot. She simply responded that she would do it… 

An hour and a half later she was walking into a local mall. She was wearing a black halter top, a pink skirt, and a pair of high-heeled sandals. She was wearing a pink thong, but there was a purpose for that. 

She spent a little time in a makeup shop, she walked around looking at the different colors, her mind putting together an assortment of outfits that she owned and which ones would go which colors of makeup that she was looking at. A little while after that she spent some time in a shoe store, she tried on a few pairs but she resisted the urge to buy any. She also found herself stopping into some other stores that sold jewelry or perfume or some other such things. 

But the real reason she was there, she had an instruction to follow. She eventually found herself standing in front of a certain shop. She stepped inside and went up to the receptionist, “hi, I don't have an appointment, but I was looking to get a piercing." 

The receptionist smiled, "what were you looking to get pierced?”

Catalina bit her lip, fainting a bit of embarrassment, though she was sure her face was just as red, more from the thrill though… “I was looking to get my nipples pierced."

The woman didn't even bat an eyelash, she just looked at her book, ran her finger down a column, and then she excused herself for a minute. She went into the back room, she could hear her hushed voices, she wasn't entirely able to make out what they were saying, but she emerged a minute later and said that they could do something, and that they were going to pencil her in for the next customer. 

She then handed a clipboard, and she had to fill out some paperwork. Again, she felt like she was more at a dental office… but it was more of a legal release explaining that she understood that this is what she was requesting and that she wouldn't hold them responsible if she changed her mind later.

She sat down and opened up her phone, she typed it into her messaging app to her mysterious voice, ‘I'm here.’

They responded quickly, ‘are you ready to do it, slave?’

Catalina found her head nodding her head up and down a couple times, despite knowing that whoever was on the other side of that messaging app was unable to see her.

‘I am.’

‘Good girl.’ was the only response, she found herself being left alone with her own thoughts after that… they were probably waiting for her to let them know that the task was complete. 

She wasn't exactly sure how long it was, but she saw another woman come out of the room, walk up to the receptionist and start the payment process. Catalina tried her best not to show any interest in what was happening, but soon it was time. 

A man came out from behind the door and he wanted her to come in. She stood up, put her phone in her purse, and walked in after the man.

He explained exactly what would happen during the procedure, almost as if it was a medical procedure by a doctor, and not just having a hole punched through her nipple. She acknowledged it all, and then told him that she was ready…

“All right when you sit down then, and take off your shirt and bra." 

Part of her got a little nervous, she had never shown herself to a man before. But this is what she was supposed do, this is what she had to do… there was no in between, there was no question… and deep down she knew she couldn't change her mind, she had committed herself to this path. 

She took off her halter top, she wasn't wearing a bra. She felt a little exposed, she had never been in this position before. But then, he looked up at her. He was a complete professional, there was no ogling or glaring, there were no lustful stares. It all put her to ease.

"Before we begin…” he started, “ I just want to make sure that you understand that they'll be a little sore for a few days, they will still be sensitive for up to a few months… and technically they won't be fully healed from anywhere between 6 and 12 months… Do you still want to go through with this?" 

She nodded her head to say yes, though there was no verbal commitment…

She sat back in the chair, and the man pressed the lever and the seat started to bend backwards a little bit. It kind of reminded her of a dentist chair. 

While she was back in a certain position, he seemed to study her breasts from a moment, she almost expected him to grab and get a good feel… but he didn't. 

In fact, he had a couple of tweezers, maybe forceps? They were pretty big… and they had a hole in them. As professionally as one could, he did grab a breast in one hand and put some pressure towards the nipple, and then he used the tweezer-like tool to get a good grip on one of her nipples. And then she watched as he brought a needle to one of the holes on one side, lined it up… and then there was a sharp pain, “Fuck." 

Her swear wasn't very loud, he actually chuckled at her. But then he did a couple other things and pulled a piece of silver through her nipple. It was a little barbell. And once they were secured, he used a special tool to lock it in place and reminded her that she couldn't take it out for a few months. 

She nodded her head. “I'll remember." Not that she could actually take the piercing out that easily without a special tool or actually damaging the jewelry. And then he started doing the same thing to the other nipple, grabbing her breasts, lining it up and then the sharp pinch… a little bit more attention instantly. She had another little barbell going through her other nipple. 

The man was nice enough to put a couple of bandages across her nipples, not so much adhesive around her actual nipples, But the bandages were intended to prevent her nipples from getting caught on anything… or at the very least, minimize the trauma.

She put her halter top back on and it was a little bit more painful than she expected. She was actually very grateful for the bandages at that point. She followed the man out the back room and back to the receptionist, she paid with cash. And slowly made her way out into our car. 

When she got home, she was actually very surprised to see Emily was there before either her or Talia. She had stripped herself of the work clothes and put on something a little bit more elegant.

She didn't say anything, there's a smile exchange between the two of them, almost awkward. She stood up, and she made her way up to her bedroom… the guest bedroom… and found an outfit to put on. As she walked into the kitchen ready to go out, she saw that Talia was ready as well. Each of the more a different color, each of them had a very primary color look… Catalina and red, Emily in blue, and Talia wearing purple…

They arrived at the restaurant, and they had a pleasant conversation. While they were deciding what they wanted to eat. They all had the same Caesar salad for an appetizer, and they all ordered their food and drinks. Emily surprisingly had three drinks before their food got served. 

She was a little flushed in the cheeks, her voice was slightly slurred, but beyond that, she kept her professional air about her. She didn't say inappropriate things, Talia's body language clearly showed that she did not feel comfortable with her mother getting drunk… but also felt relief that she wasn't in a worse state. Catalina was nursing her drink and since Talia was 21, she had ordered a drink, but she was drinking it carefully, almost like she didn't want her parents to know she'd been drinking since she started college… Catalina wasn't about to break that illusion. 

“Hey Em, is that you?" 

It was her boss, Cody… not the worst guy in the world, but this guy kept her out of the house more than she would have preferred…

"Hi Cody!” she stood up and gave him a hug and then gave his wife a hug… and that seemed to be about two more hugs than Catalina had remembered getting herself since she got home from the hospital… Cody and Emily started talking shop, and Cody's wife seemed annoyed. Talia kind of rolled her eyes, and Catalina took a sip of her drink.

A few minutes had passed, and Catalina looked at Talia, “sorry, maybe we should have done this tomorrow night…”

She shook her head, "sorry, I'm going to a club with some friends tomorrow… this was about as good as it was going to get.” They both giggled and held up glasses to each other and clinked them… and that seemed to bring Emily out of her conversation, she hugged them both again and quickly returned herself to the family.

They finished their meals in peace, and by the time Emily was done eating her food she seemed a little less drunk and a little bit more tipsy… almost happy. 

Talia was the one who drove home, she only had the one drink, Catalina had two, but was perfectly happy letting Talia drive… and Emily was snoring in the backseat. When they got back, Catalina walked Emily up to their marital bed, and put a blanket over her. She looked down at her wife, she was half temptted to crawl into the bed with her, but somehow that seemed almost like a violation… and she hated the fact that she felt that way, hated the fact that she wondered if her wife felt that way about her.

She went into her room and cleaned off her makeup and put on something a little… less comfortable. 

She checked her phone, there was a message from a few hours earlier, there was an address, and three numbers… she scowled cuz she wasn't exactly sure what she was looking at, but it was certainly too late to do anything about it, then. 

The next morning she woke up much later than everybody else. She stayed up late using her fingers to keep herself entertained, and also updating her posts on that role play site, those slave ones were a little bit more exciting for her than the others.

Emily was sitting watching television, the volume was low, and she had a cup of coffee… “how are you today?" 

"I'm hungover and your voice is too high-pitched and annoying.” Ouch.

She didn't say another word, but when Emily went to look at her again she just gave a thumbs up, this was not an emoji… just gave her a thumbs up with her long nails. Then she disappeared into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Tea good; coffee bad.

After her shower she got in her car, typed in the address into her GPS. It took her about a half hour to drive there, but when she did it was actually a storage unit. She found the right one, and when she went to look at the door she saw a padlock on it with a combination… she looked at the numbers on the phone, crossed her fingers and used the three numbers on the padlock, it clicked open. She opened up and stepped inside and found a single pedestal with a box on top of it with a pink ribbon. 

She removed the ribbon, and then she opened the top of the box and she looked inside of it… there were three things and each one of them made her breathcatch… it was a small necklace with a little card next to it, ‘’For you to wear so that you will remember that you belong to me.’

Beside that was a black collar, thick and made of leather, but the inside was soft with a furry material in the iniside, that one also had a card… ‘to wear in the privacy of your room, and the times that you know you will not be disturbed… you belong to me.’

The third item was a chastity belt, it was metal, and it would cover from her hips to her vagina, but it left her ass open. There were two keys and a padlock. Like the other two, there was a note, ‘put this on now, you may only remove it while bathing, you may not cum without permission. Leave one key on the pedestal when you leave. Put the belt on now, take a picture of it, send it to me.’

She put the necklace on, she put the collar in her purse… and then she took the chastity belt, and she examined it. 

It wasn't as cold as it looked on the inside, but the outside was colder, metal… she would not be able to touch herself once it was locked in place… she'd really liked touching herself, but she was a slave, she agreed to obey… she took off her panties, and moved the chastity belt off her legs, she moved the straps over her hips and locked it behind her back, and the chains from between her legs moved up to over her ass, but still somehow left her butthole open… available..

By the time she got home, Emily was gone. Talia was gone. Neither one of them left a note for where they were going. 

She sat down at her computer, maybe it was time to do some more role-playing… she almost didn't want to, considering how much it would work her up, and now she couldn't do anything about it…but maybe rub between her legs and all she would be doing was rubbing a small piece of smooth metal…

But when she opened up her phone there was a message, another address, and a picture of the style of dress she should wear.

She opened up her closet and found a dress. It was black and it pushed up her tits. She spent the time on her makeup, put on a pair of high heels, and then went to her car and typed in the next address into her GPS. When she got there, what she found wasn't a storage unit, it was a nightclub. She went and said, sat at the bar and she got another message. ‘wait for someone to give you a white rose, take them to the ladies room and give them oral…’’

Her breath hitched, she chose slave, not slut… but there was still an appeal… she was being obedient. She wasn't sure she loved doing this, she could walk away, she had a key… but oh fuck, her pussy was dripping like a faucet…

She took a sip of the drink in front of her, Part of her was still thinking about walking out, could she? Would she? 

She didn't have much time to think about it, and there was a man putting a rose in front of her face, a white rose. 

“Hi." He said. 

“Hi." She said. 

The two of them laughed for a moment, and she took his arm, got off the stool and started walking him towards the restroom area. She pushed open the door, surprisingly there was no one in there. She pushed him into a stall, sat him down on the toilet, and dropped to her knees.  

It was not what she was expecting. She knew the feeling from the toy she had. But it still wasn't perfect, it got hard fast, and it didn't take a whole lot of effort for the man to lose control… she swallowed, most of it… she giggled.

The man helped her to her feet, and they opened the stall, she totally had to check her makeup… except there was one problem…Her eyes went wide,her mouth hung open, as she was staring at Talia doing her own makeup.  She turned and saw Catalina, looked horrified seeing Catalina, clearly just having done something massively inappropriate…

Chapter 5

The door slammed shut… There was an awkward silence, moving up to her warm right cheek. 

The masculine voice just behind her, “that looked like it hurt." 

She nodded her head, but said nothing. When Talia realized exactly who she was staring at, exactly what Catalina had done, was doing. She slapped her hard. Then she stormed out. 

Should she have gone after her? She was a little too surprised at her daughter slapping her to really even go there. It was too late now. 

"I hope that wasn't your ride.” The man stated, again, she shook her head.

“I think I need a drink." She walked out of the bathroom, she looked around to see if Talia was still around, she wasn't, so she made her way to the bar. She took a drink. 

Her phone buzzed, ‘White limo.’ followed by a license plate number… 

She should go home. She didn't. Instead, she found herself walking out of the club, and she saw it, the only limo, but she did confirm that it had the same license plate number.  As she walked up to it, a man in a suit, the driver, opened the door for her. She stepped inside. A box and a card on top. 

She read the card first, ‘take off your clothes, put these on, be a good girl! Have fun. She knew on some level she had to go home and see her daughter, make things right… but there was a surge of arousal, sne reached forward.

She opened the box, and there was a picture, not of her, but of what she was going to be expected to do. There was a key on top of everything, it was for her Chastity belt… She started taking off her dress, her panties, her belt, her stockings, her heels, even her jewelry. It went on the seat beside her. Inside was a latex tube top. Just a simple round piece of clothing, there were no panties of any sort, and a latex micro mini skirt. It barely covered her ass. There was a black collar and a leash. She put them both on, the leash dangling between her breasts. Just like in the picture. She took her own clothes and put them in the box. Easy to get later okay…

And then there was the cat-o-nine tails, in her mouth so that it was more like a big gag. And then finally she handcuffed her hands behind her back. Once she finally was dressed the way she should be, she dropped to her knees in the middle of the limo and waited.

Minutes passed, and the door opened, someone grabbed her leash and started pulling her out. Once she was out of the limo, they took the toy from her mouth, and she walked like a pet for some distance. She could tell that she was no longer in a parking lot, but she wasn't inside either, the terrain became a little less even, which was a little dangerous for her heels considering she couldn't see where she was stepping. 

She was pressed up against a tree and told to stay there, and then she felt the crack against her chest. It wasn't particularly hard or painful, but it was aggressive and it was with that whip-like toy. 10 strikes to her chest. And she was turned around, bent over what she thought was a rock, and felt 10 more… then she was told for the next 10 she would have to thank them and ask another. She did. Crack, “thank you, may I have another,” over and over.

Finally, he felt her lift the skirt. Not that he needed to, with her bent over. Everything was out for display, And then the instruction came, every thrust she was to scream out ‘more.’

And then she felt him pushing inside of her, and as soon as he stopped, she said it, “more." 

Soon, if there was anyone even close to them all they would hear was, "More! More! More! More!” Over and over again until he stopped. But he had not yet cum, And then he told her every thrust from now on she was to say ‘harder.’ He started pushing into her ass… soon she was screaming, “Harder! Harder! Harder! Harder!" 

Within a half hour she was walked back to the limo, placed inside and was told she was done for the night. 

When she stepped back out she was wearing her dress again, but she kept everything in the white box. She walked over to her car, started it up, and then remembered the reality of what awaited her when she got home.

She pulled into her driveway, and she sat in the driver's side a couple minutes longer than she needed to. She was collecting her thoughts, organizing the way this would go. Finally, she checked her makeup, it needed a lot of fixing… and then she grabbed her purse, left the box in the back, and stepped out of the car. 

She opened the front door and Catalina stepped inside to find both Emily and Talia were sitting on the couch. Talia had red puffy eyes, she had been crying a lot. Emily had marks on her face of tears, but didn't seem nearly as distressed as their daughter was, she seemed more angry. 

“You have a side piece? How long have you been seeing him?” Emily started without giving someone her so much as a chance to say ‘hello.’

Catalina didn't have much to say, just kind of shrugged with a smirk, “I wouldn't say it's so much as a person I have been seeing, you generally don't suck a guy’s dick in a ladies room if you have something more going… also, I might have bothered to learn his name.”

Talia looked like she was going to be sick. 

"So you just fuck random the guys now? How long has this been going on?”

"No… Tonight was the first time… and the guy I fucked after Talia left was the second.” Then it was something a little bit more angry that came from Catalina's mouth, "I got to say though, did feel good. I never would have expected that… not like that… I think I can still feel his cum dripping into my panties." 

And that shocked! Emily. She had no words… at least not right away. “Well if you're fucking people outside the marriage, maybe it's time for you to leave.”

Catalina stepped forward, "maybe you should leave first…”

"Why would I leave first?” She asked crossing her hands under her breasts in a very defensive position. 

"Because you've been fucking Cody since before I had my accident.” Catalina said with a burning smolder in the back of her soul. 

Emily's mouth did the fish thing for a moment, as if trying to find the words, "fuck you, I have not.”

Talia sat on the couch in the fetal position, arms wrapped around her knees watching back and forth as this argument was about to play out. Catalina knew she probably should have stopped and had this argument in private, but her emotions were raging. 

"How stupid do you think I am… just because I'm blond? Trust me, the bleach didn't affect my brain. First, you kick me out of the bedroom the day I come back… you had an excuse, I sucked it up, but then everything else became clear. Cody shows up at the funeral… when he shows up at our family dinner with his own wife, she was not pleased. She knows something… you actually started acting like a fucking teenager when you were around him, even at the goddamn fucking funeral!" 

She shook her head, “He and I are good friends. And you're going to use that as an excuse to stick your pussy on whatever cock you can find?” she was getting defensive. 

"And for 20 years you've had the same password on your phone, and now you've changed it. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why, because there are literally two people in the entire fucking planet that you would not want to see what you've been saying to another man… and both of them are in this room.”

"That's not true, I have confidential work stuff-" 

Catalina cut her off, “and literally the two people who knew your password are literally two people who wouldn't care about your work stuff…" Catalina's voice shifted to something more sarcastic, “let's not forget that you've been staying late at work every night… despite the fact that we both know that place locks up tighter than your ass at 6. And although I haven't checked, maybe because I didn't want to… are you forgetting that I have access to your credit card records… how many motels or hotels are there?" 

And that's what broke. Emily, tears started streaming out of her eyes… "it wasn't supposed to be like that…" 

Talia's mouth hung open, her mother cheated… her father cheated… this was not the world she was living in this morning. 

“How long have you been fucking Cody before the accident?" 

There was a silence, she started crying, “there were things-" 

"How long!?”

Emily looked away, “4 or 5 months…”

Talia stood up, “oh my God… you two are un-fuckin-believable…” And she ran upstairs…

“So I'm the one who has to leave?" Catalina asked with a fierceness in her voice, "bullshit,” as she walked towards the stairs she turned back, “oh, and I made some changes to our bank accounts, neither one of us can take more than $1,500 without both of us being there." 

She walked slowly up to her room, to her bathroom, and she cleaned herself… deep cleaning, to minimize the chance of a pregnancy… Though she was pretty sure that spare bodies couldn't get pregnant, she wasn't 100%... She needed to do some more research.

The next morning she came downstairs, it was a Saturday morning… Talia was sitting at the kitchen table, her eyes were still red, Catalina spoke first, "I'm sorry you had to see that last night…”

Talia seemed to chuckle as a tear-stream now in her face, “the part where you came out of the stall with a man behind you? Or the confrontation with Mom?”

Catalina sat down without grabbing a coffee, "everything.” she paused, “I do love you… but things are so strange right now. I'm not trying to blame her, but ever since I came back after the accident, all she has done is make me feel angry or sad… and I'm dealing with emotions and feelings and I'm not used to feeling… It's hard to get a grip on mine sometimes. And maybe sometimes I just want to feel good about something.”

Talia met Catalina's eyes… "would you be willing to do something for me?”

Catalina looked curious, “what's that?" 

"Last night I was looking some stuff up on some spare bodies, sometimes there are strange anomalies in the brain, will you take a brain scan? Just to make sure, everything is the way it's supposed to be? I can make the appointment for you…" it was a pleading desperate look in her eyes…

Catalina thought for a second, and then nodded her head, “I can do that for you. Hell, that's easy." And she stood up, walked around the table and kissed her daughter on the top of her head. 

“Thanks." Talia said. 

Catalina didn't realize until a little later, but Emily left early in the morning, not permanently or anything… she just snuck out before Catalina could get up, possibly to go see her boyfriend… possibly just to avoid the confrontation. 

Talia went out with some friends, she needed it, she deserved it… especially after the previous day. 

Catalina got a message, telling her to go out in the same outfit she wore the night before. The latex one minus the blindfold, and was given an address. ‘be a good girl and go there.’

As she walked in. She saw that this was a fetish themed party. Everyone wore some variation of latex or rubber, some sort of kinky outfit, or just all black. 

There were plenty of people talking to her, and she was nice back to them. But she wasn't going with anybody, she wasn't a slut… she made that clear when she chose the slave mentality… there was a buzz on her phone, she looked at it, there were instructions to go upstairs, which door to go into, and let the woman in purple do her thing.

She slowly walked up the stairs, and found a second door, she knocked twice before opening it. There was a woman wearing a purple dress with a purple Iris in her hair, she smiled and asked if she was Catalina… Catalina's smile told her that she was. 

The next few minutes were a new experience. She was taken to a strange frame and told the crawl into it. It was actually a metal frame that looked like a person on their hands and knees but It had no area for the butt or head.

She stood right next to it as the woman, undid her hair and took a leather strap. She did something strange as she seemed to braid Catalina's hair into the strap and then let it hang loosely. Then the woman had Catalina open her mouth and she stuck a ring gag in her mouth and then secured it behind her head. 

Catalina held her breath as the woman used a pair of scissors to cut off both her tube top and her micro mini skirt and let them both fall to the ground. She stood there naked, just with that chastity belt she had put back on in a limo the night before. The woman then placed a blindfold on Catalina, just like she had done the night before, she didn't know what was about to happen. 

The woman used the leash and pulled her into the frame. She found her knees were placed in a very padded area, her hands held on to a handle, almost like she was riding a bike… her heels provided all the support she needed for her feet.  The woman closed the cage on top of her back so there was no getting out, she heard the clicks of the padlocks locking it in place… then the strap that was in her hair was pulled taut, and clicked it something above her head, she was forced to look straight ahead…with her mouth open. The woman placed ear plugs in her ears, it didn't make everything quiet, but it made everything so muffled she didn't hear anything distinctly… And where her ass was there was no cage, it didn't take a genius to know what was going to happen. 

She heard the muffled high heels walking away from her. The woman was gone. Minutes passed and someone came in. She heard a masculine voice though she couldn't hear what it said.. a moment later she felt hands on her ass, and then something poking at her ass. Her chastity belt was still in place, so she would get nothing in her vagina, but her ass was open for business. 

Over the next 2 hours she got fucked in her ass or mouth over a dozen times. She was a good girl. Her pussy was dripping out of her chastity belt… There was a hand on her face, slowly moving behind her head, and removed both the gag and the blindfold… the woman in purple. 

Then her hair was untied and she could move her head… everything was stiff, all she could taste was cum, she could feel the cum dripping out of her ass, her pussy was soaked, the woman unlocked the cage, and helped her out. She took her to a shower without saying so much as a word. At first she was washed in cold water, the cum rubbed off her face, ass and hair… and then she was left alone,  Catalina washed herself in a nice hot water, did her best to clean everything out… not that she could get under her belt so easily.. the woman left a simple red dress next to the table, clearly she wasn't wearing the latex one that had been cut in half. 

When she left the bathroom, her makeup fixed, her hair blow-dried, and the red dress… she went home.  

Emily was sitting in the kitchen when she walked in, it was past 2 in the morning. “Again?" She asked with incredulity…

"Again… not that you get to judge.” Catalina walked right by her without stopping. 

Monday came, Catalina came down the stairs in the morning, Emily and Talia were waiting. Talia started, “I made that appointment for us today. It is at noon time. Mom wants to come.”

One of Catalina's eyebrows lifted up, "why? If they find out that I'm perfectly normal, she has an excuse to say we both mutually cheated? Or if there's something wrong with my brain she can know she's the real guilty one?" 

“Because I'm your wife." She defended. 

"Come, I don't care… but you don't get to use the wife card when you've been fucking people for months before.”

Late in the morning they were just about to leave when she got a message, her mysterious voice wanted her to be somewhere at 1. She replied instantly that she couldn't, she was doing something for her family, they wanted to do a brain scan on her because she seems to have been acting strange. And then she shut her phone off… she knew if he told her to do something, she probably would have… but this was important to her daughter.

At noon, time the three of them found themselves sitting across from a doctor. Talia explained some of the behavioral differences she had seen, Emily confirmed, and made a few notes of some of the other things she had not noted. Catalina rolled her eyes, but said she was wanting to try the brain scan to see if they could find anything. 20 minutes later she found herself with a strange helmet over her head, while they were waiting for something to happen.

Then they were in the waiting room for nearly an hour before they were invited back in. The doctor asked Catalina if it was okay that Emily and Talia stayed, she nodded her head. 

“We did find something." Catalina looked confused but met the doctor's eyes, 

The woman showed a colored image and it was a blue square in the front of her frontal cortex. The doctor continued, "this isn't supposed to be here.” She pointed to two other ones that were closer to her ears, "these are… these two on the side are literally intended to make sure that your mind can be transferred properly, it sometimes gives additional information to certain parts of your subconscious that will allow you to do things…" 

“Like do makeup or walk in heels?” Catalina added. 

"Yes…." She said, “ have you ever heard of a man named Phineas Gage?" 

All three of them shook their heads as if to say no. 

The doctor continued, “in the 1800s he was a railroad worker, it was an accident and he took a 3 inch bar through his head… he survived, but he had impulse control issues after that. They said before the accident he was a very kind and honest person, but afterwards he was untrustworthy, morally questionable, and he never recovered his old self… this chip, although planted near the frontal, cortex is actually aimed at that same part of the brain.”

"What does that mean?”

"It means that someone has been able to adjust your impulse control. Basically, it changes the way your judgement works. I'm not sure if this was intended for the original user of the spare body, or if they just got lucky. I'm not sure if it's something that works 24/7, or if it's something that is remotely accessed, but I highly recommend you do something about this.”

A brief talk with Talia, where Emily nor the doctor were welcome, they agreed to do a surgery. They would be doing it in 10 days on a Wednesday. When the doctor and Emily came in they put something on that calendar… and then they left. She turned her phone back on.

As they were walking outside Catalina turned her phone back on. Before she could even check anything though, Emily said something, “if you have impulse control issues, we can't take chances as someone could take advantage of our family… I think we might need to put you under a conservatorship or something, that way you can't be used to steal money. Or anything like that.”

Catalina rounded on Emily, “conservatatorship? Basically you get full control of my life? My money? My assets... oh that would work really well for you and Cody.”

Talia stepped in between them, “no Mom… we are not doing anything like that… and even if we were, it would be me, not you… she doesn't trust you right now… quite frankly I'm starting to question it as well…”

“I don't think you understand… if someone else is controlling her, then there's not a whole lot we can do to stop her.” Emily told Talia that she gestured with a random hand in her general direction. "She's dangerous." 

Catalina's phone buzzed, she looked at it ‘red sports car behind you, be a good girl, get in it now.’

Catalina just turned around and started running towards the red sports car that she saw, she opened up the door and sat inside of it. She heard both her daughter and her wife calling her name, crying for her to come back… Immediately the wheels started spinning, and she looked up at the driver, it was Cody… her wife's lover… 

He smirked at her, “good girl." The confusion of who she was with suddenly gave way to something calming, and yet thrilling… she heard a noise behind her, and she leaned over the seat and saw Emily's SUV driving after them. "Hold on.” Catalina was still leaning over the seat, staring out the back window at her wife and daughter chasing after them, but her hands clutched the seat a little harder as they zipped through an intersection… and she suddenly realized they had zipped through a red light… and then Emily did as well.

Catalina watched in horror, as the SUV got sideswiped… She screamed “pull over! pull over!” And almost to her surprise, the car started to decelerate. 

Epilogue: 

Talia

I was aware of my breathing, everything felt calm and peaceful. I was laying down on my back, that almost seems strange, I always laid down on my side. I opened my eyes, I was in a strange room, I didn't recognize it at all… I tried to think about the night before, was I at a party? No… last thing I saw was that car about to hit me from the side.

I sat up, and I jumped up so quickly. The weight of my breast shifting pulled me over… I looked down, why were they so big? In fact, nothing else looked quite normal.. my fingers weren't quite right, nor my feet…

The door opened, a man walked inside, “I see sleeping beauty has finally woken up." 

"Who the fuck are you?” He looked familiar. 

“My name is Cody Daniels… I was your mother's boss.”

I felt my breath catch, my hand moved up to cover my mouth, “was?” her breath caught as she relived the moment of impact, her voice cracked, “She died?" 

His face only took a sympathetic look, "oh no! Nothing like that, she just doesn't work for me anymore, but both of your parents are in the other room, I told them I'd let them know when you woke up.” 

Relief washed over me, my parents were okay. They were in the other room. I watched as Cody walked out of the room and said be back in a minute. I moved the blankets to the side and stood up, I walked over to the mirror and looked in it. 

I shook my head that can't be right, I looked like the spare body my father had.  I looked like Catalina, but with not-blond hair… just like her hair had been in the hospital. 

The door opened, and two women walked inside. Both blond, both were very busty, like twins… they both looked like her fath-… like her. The three of them stoof in a circle.

“What's going on?" One of the blond women looked at the other, and then stepped forward, "there was an accident, you and your mother were injured, they were able to shift you into spare bodies, though we had to wait a few months to get one for you. Master Cody was able to make arrangements for you.”

"’Master-’" *emphasized that first part, “-Cody?”

They both eagerly nodded their heads, "he owns us, all of us and we will do everything he wants to make him happy.”

Cody stepped in a minute later, "how's my newest pet?”

"WHAT the FUCK did you do to them?" I gestured with my hand to my par… twins?

He put up a hand as if to placate me, “I understand that you know about the chip… There's a chip that I had installed in all of your bodies, the best part is each generation. I can actually transfer the details from one to the next, your mother was able to be reprogrammed a lot faster than your father… and I'm pretty sure you will be a lot faster than that.” I had such a cold feeling and my stomach, part of me was going numb. I wouldn't… I couldn't… no.

"You can go fuck yourself…" 

Cody just smiled, "don't you want to suck my cock?”

I shook my head furiously, “there is no way in fuck that I am sucking your dick." 

He led on a slow sigh, "be a good girl, tell me that you want to suck my cock.”

And suddenly there was a strange calmness that seemed to flow over me, and it didn't seem like a horrible thing to say, "I want to suck your cock.” wait… I didn't mean to say that… I don't think? I did like saying that. It felt good to say that. Did I want that? 

Cody turned back to the two others, “I'm thinking since there's three of you, it's time for a snowball fight!" 

Although the other two cheered, Talia looked at them with confusion…

Cody clarified, “you each take 30 seconds sucking my dick, and you keep rotating until I cum… then whoever gets it, keeps it in her mouth, and you keep making out with one after another passing that cum from one girl to the other while there's music playing… when the music stops, whoever has it in their mouth swallows adn we have a winner!”

Talia looked disgusted, she shook her head, but found no words to say no. 

And instead Cody looked at her, "be a good girl, show some enthusiasm for the game you want to play… be a good girl, tell me you'll have a snowball fight with us.”

She found herself licking her lips and then finally meeting his eyes, "I want to have a snowball fight with you.”

The End.

In my defense, I had three endings planned. A happy ending in which the family slowly came back together after realizing their was one person behind it, a bittersweet ending in which Emily Rob ended things, but both their relationships with Talia grew stronger, and then there was the dark and twisted ending.  I let my Patrons on Patreon vote… this was the ending they chose.  For those of you who truly love the darker side of mInd control, this is a very satisfying end, for those of you who have been invested in these characters, this is horrible… But thank you for sticking through this.

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