“Cosmetic?” I asked, determined to make sense of this. For a second, I started to laugh, but when he didn’t react, those sounds died in my throat. “What, what do you mean?” Another spike of fear shot through me because Adrian got up and readied another syringe. He stabbed it down into a small bottle of some substance and filled the needle.
“Yes. We’re going to make you into a whole new person, Melanie. We’ll start with a series of implants to help you with your impulse control. But we’ll also change your hair and your breasts. Trust me, I think you’ll like being a blonde so much more.”
“No! You can’t!”
Adrian touched the needle to my wrist then pressed the tip down into my skin. He was skilled and it only hurt for a second as the tip pierced my flesh. Our eyes met and I tried one last time, “Please don’t.”
“You should have considered the consequences of thinking you could manipulate and betray me,” he said simply without a trace of animosity.
I shut my eyes for a moment. Hoping I would be able to find some way to get out of this before he started my “treatment”, I tilted my head and demanded, “What are you going to do?” At least this time I managed to sound a little more determined. It didn’t sound like I was about to freak out.
He seemed to appreciate that. Reaching into his pocket, my doctor pulled three small items. Each one was about the size of a quarter, “Do you remember these? I’ve told you about them many times before.”
My chest tightened at that point, mostly because I had gotten used to zoning Adrian out whenever he tried to tell me about his research or practice. It wasn’t my fault. It was just that science could be so boring, except now I absolutely regretted not paying better attention.
“What do they do?” I demanded, trying to pretend that none of this was my fault.
“Behavioral modification,” he said again, which made me ball my fists because those two words really didn’t mean a lot to me. Smiling and obviously enjoying his dominion over me, he leaned down and stroked my cheek. “These chips will be placed at strategic places in your body. I will use them to control some of the electrical impulses that make up what you feel. Does that make sense?”
“You’re going to control what I feel?”
“What you feel and how you act.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You can’t do that to me. You can’t enslave me!”
“Actually, I can. When we’re all done, you’re going to be a very docile wife. You’re going to do as you’re told.”
Taking a breath, I held it and stoked the anger burning in my chest. “I’ll fight you,” I said, yet even then I could feel the second sedative taking effect. Resisting the sudden weight of my eyelids, I didn’t want to give in. I wanted to beat the chemical, so I concentrated entirely on his face. “I’m going to—I’m going to win. I, I don’t know how but—I will.” I kept talking, and my lips moved, but then the darkness descended on me.
“Don’t worry. You’ll wake up in a couple weeks and everything will be all better. You’ll be all better.” His voice was fading, but then I could feel the warmth of my doctor’s breath against my ear, “You’ll learn how to serve. You’ll learn how to be good and behave because you’re mine now.”
Fragments. Flashes. Bits of scattered memory. Nothing really clicked into place. Nothing really fit together, not the way it should have. Recalling that chunk of time felt a lot like opening my eyes underwater.
The sedative forced my eyes down, but only for a little while. If I fought really hard, then I could pry them open to narrowed slits. Those instances lasted just a few seconds, but it allowed me to see what went on around me.
I remembered when Nurse Valerie came in and chirped something about getting me ready. Tony arrived a few minutes later. They removed the medical restraints and placed me on a gurney. He wanted to know if I should be strapped back down, but Nurse Valerie laughed as though she thought the whole thing was pretty funny.
“Why bother?” asked Valerie. “She’s totally out of it.” Then she patted my chin, and I shook my head slowly. I doubt either of them realized it was a concerted effort.
They rolled me down the hall, and I remembered seeing other patients. There were people taking walks after bouts of illness. More than one person smiled down at me, obviously wishing me luck.
They had no idea what was going to happen to me.
I had no idea what was going to happen to me.
Adrian talked about behavioral modification. He said those chips would be used to control what I felt. My nervous system. If he controlled those connections throughout my body, then he would control my whole body. I couldn’t believe it, but my throat went dry because I had a feeling that Adrian wasn’t blustering. He meant it, and now I would become his test subject.
If his experiment was successful, then he would have me bound. As those possibilities played through my imagination, I realized I meant what I told him. It didn’t matter what he put inside of me. I would fight. I would fight hard, and I would win. His technology and designs wouldn’t be good enough to control me.
Over and over again, I made those promises to myself.
In the meantime, I struggled to speak, and I even managed to get my lips to part, but forming actual words was beyond my drug-inhibited abilities. They brought me to an operating room. Nurses and assistants appeared in full scrubs.
They talked around me and about me. Through the fog of whatever sedative he injected into my bloodstream, I tried to make eye contact with someone. I tried to communicate how this was not necessary because I didn't require treatment.
No one paid any attention to me. If they noticed the way I squirmed, they didn't comment on it. For all I knew, that was normal. Bristling at the unfairness of it all, I felt trapped in my body has these people got ready to change me. How they're going to do it, I couldn't explain or even guess. How those chips would affect me and what they would mean were questions I could not answer.
One several set up, it was Valerie who picked up a small mask of clear plastic and placed it over my nose and mouth. "Breathe deeply and count backwards from ten."
I refuse to call operate. There is no way I would do then, yet it didn't matter. Within four seconds, I couldn't even keep my eyes open a little bit. The world went genuinely dark and I passed into oblivion.
After that, everything became especially hazy. It was like trying to read a book where every other word or letter was missing. There just wasn't enough for me to make sense of it all.
There were, however, certain images that popped up in my memories. I remember waking up to find my doctor standing over me. Adrian smiled down at me and told me that the procedure went perfectly. He lifted my down and ran his fingers along the sealed incisions. He also promised that within a month those would have healed and left no scars.
With his arrogant grin, Adrian said she was just that good.
Valerie came in it while later and bathed me. She also hooked up a series of tubes to my body. I was catheterized in ways I didn't want to think about because they knew I wanted to be functional for several weeks. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to handle solid food for quite some time.
The nurse, in her irritatingly singsong voice, explained that while the physical damage was minimal, my body needed time to readjust to the chips placed at key points of my physiology.
Through all of this, they must have kept me sedated as well. Although no one injected me with anything after the surgery, I couldn't really think clearly. Unless someone was in the room with me, it was very easy to close my eyes and think about nothing. I felt empty and most pleasant way possible, as though the rest of the world had stopped existing. It just didn't matter.
"Are you a horny girl?" Valerie asked a few days after the procedure. Somewhere deep down, I could hear the shreds of my dignity growling and frustration. But incapacitated, I just gave a little shake my head because I knew was coming. But with a certain calm acceptance I understood that she could do whateve
r she wanted with me.
Smiling prettily, Nurse Valerie put on a pair of latex gloves, walked over to my hospital bed, and placed one hand between my legs. I groaned a tiny bit, but that was the only way I could communicate anything at all.
Careful not to remove my catheters, Valerie stroked me. She stroked me until I felt all warm and fuzzy throughout my body. She stroked me until I gasped with pleasure. Then she threw away her gloves and giggled at me as though I'd done something very amusing.
Later on, Doctor Brent came to see me. I was half asleep when the clinic door opened and he stepped inside. Fighting through the fatigue, I managed to open my eyes though I couldn't really process the man before me.
Under normal circumstances, I would've been enraged. I should have been kicking and screaming and spitting at him. I should've been calling him every insult I could think of, but instead I looked back at him like my husband. I looked at him like a man who had power over me, yet somehow that didn't bother me.
It was like I knew he was going to take care of me.
Most of those feelings must've come from whatever pleasant narcotic they had pumping through my veins, but I didn't mind. That must've been another side effect.
Adrian checked the incisions where the chips at the placed. There were three total, and each one stung a little bit when he pulled the wrappings away. Nurse Valerie had changed those two or three times by then so it must have been a few days after the procedure, not that I could really tell a whole lot about time. My world had turned into a floating haze.
"You’re healing nicely. Clearly, I did a very good job with you. But don't think were done, not even a little bit." Dr. Brent made some notes on his tablet before setting the device down. He sat down at the foot of my bed and touched my foot. He gave me a gentle squeeze, and I really did feel comforted.
The doctor smiled at me and said, "I'm going to enjoy this. So far, things have been very easy for you. I've taken care of you, but it's about time for you to learn how to serve me. We're going to see how well the chips really work."
I strained to open my mouth and make some kind of point. The sedatives kept me from really understanding what I wanted to say, it felt as though I had some sort of muscle memory that wanted to protest nonetheless.
The doctor chuckled at me as though my reactions were very funny. He then proceeded to pat me on the knee and he left.
The weeks passed until one morning I opened my eyes and everything became clear.
On one morning, I blinked awake. Rather than feel distorted and woozy and confused, I could remember everything. I remembered talking to the divorce lawyer and thinking about Adrian's expression when he realized that I wasn't going to be the perfect little wife who waited around for him all the time. I recalled how powerful I felt when Adrian got down on one knee to propose. Everything came back, and it felt as though I had just been asleep in some very long nap.
Most importantly, I just felt like me again.
I could think clearly.
It also helps that the catheters were gone. Rolling over, I saw that most of the equipment was gone. Right away, my eyes darted over to the door and I started to wonder if I could simply flee. Fortunately for me, I half-remembered Nurse Valerie walking me around in my haze. My caretakers to delicate job making sure that my muscles didn't atrophy, which meant that I simply had to make it out of the front door.
From there, I could deal with anything else that happened.
Adrian got me into this situation by moving quickly. When his subordinates showed up at the apartment, I was shocked. I didn't know how to react. Had I known what they had planned for me, there was no way I would've gone so easily.
Whether by design or accident, I could now think coherently. So I tried to stretch out my arms and realized that my doctor wasn't as trusting as I first assumed.
Nervous, then frustrated, I tried to push my arms out. They were held tight against my chest. A sinking feeling crept through my stomach, but I couldn't get confirmation until I managed to wiggle out from under the thin sheet that covered my body.
But when I did, I glimpsed the thick material that kept my arms trapped over my chest. It was a straitjacket.
Glancing over at the window, I saw that it was very early. A few streaks of some might cut across the morning gloom, but it would be dark for a little while longer. If my newfound clarity came from a mistake, then I wouldn't have much time before Nurse Valerie came back and made sure I was properly sedated.
I turned to my room’s one entrance and examined the door’s handle. I figured I could turn it was just my feet if I was patient, so I swallowed and started to sit up. I got all the way up, but when I tried to slide off the bed I felt something tug at my throat.
Turning around, I grimaced when I spotted what was holding me in place. A white nylon cord connected from the base of my straitjacket to the head of the bed.
They had me tethered in place. Grinding my teeth for a moment, I debated whether or not I should try to escape, especially because I just remembered that every room was under surveillance. If Adrian or one of his employees happened to be watching, there was a very good chance that I wouldn't be alone for long.
I had to get out.
I didn't know what he had done to me, not exactly, or if it worked, but I couldn't take any chances. This could be my one opportunity.
Moving on my knees, I went back to the head of the bed and peered down. The tether was wrapped around one of the bars and secured with a knot. Examining it, I refused to give in to frustration or hopelessness. Sure, untying the stupid thing would've been a lot easier if I'd had access to my hands, but I didn't and I wasn't going to freak out about it.
Bowing my head, I reached down for the knot, thinking maybe I could untie it with my teeth.
The door opened and a voice I really didn't like called out, "Oh! Look at that, are patient is up and about!"
Giving up on my escape strategy because it would never work with the Nurse Valerie right there, I straightened my back and try to appear as intimidating as possible. My throat felt dry, but I didn't care. This woman would not see any signs of weakness, not from me. To my surprise though, she carried a tablet.
Valarie plopped herself down at the foot of the bed, placed the device on her lap, and asked, "How are you feeling?”
"I'm feeling like bringing the world's biggest lawsuit against this clinic, my soon-to-be ex-husband, and you unless you let me go right now." I leveled my eyes at her, my expression harsh and set. My chest rose and fell with deep, angry pulls of air. I wanted this girl to understand that she was in serious trouble. It didn’t matter how much she liked Adrian or whether or not she thought he was brilliant.
If she didn’t help me then, she was going to be in big trouble.
Valerie licked her lower lip, and I started to think it had worked. I could frighten this girl into helping me escape. Then it was just a matter of finding some police.
But then her mouth turned upward into a big, bright smile. “Silly Melanie! You don’t get to say how things work here! No, not when you’re the patient! Patients do as they’re told by medical professionals such as myself. That’s how it works here. Now, would you like to go see your doctor? I’m sure some more exercise would be very good for you.”
The impulse to scream at her or charge burned through me. I pictured myself slamming my head down into her face, probably breaking Valerie’s cute little nose. Fighting down those urges, I nodded because I wanted out of this room.
Valerie quickly untied the tether, but she didn’t let it go. “I don’t need a leash,” I said.
With that same big smile of hers, she clicked her tongue and nodded her head. It was an exaggerated, humiliating motion. “Yeah, you really do, sweetie. We need to make sure you don’t get lost.”
“I’m not a pet.”
“Not yet,” she said, and her smile hardened into something almost sadistic.
I bit into my lower lip to keep myself from saying something I mig
ht regret later. She gave my tether a little tug, and I crawled off of the bed. It took me a few more seconds. I was still getting used to my body. My mind might have clarified, but my muscles still seemed a bit awkward.
I got down onto my feet and followed the nurse toward the door only to freeze in front of the mirror. It seemed like another girl was looking back at me.
My hair was different. I had always had short, mousy brown hair. It might have curled playfully, but I was always the cute girl. I could be the sweet girl-next-door, never the sexy vixen. Only now, my tresses were blonde, all the way down to the roots.
“Ah, I was wondering how long it would take you to notice,” Valerie said with mild curiosity. “Like, were you going to walk by mirrors and windows all day without catching your reflection?”
“What did he do to me?” I asked her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the stranger staring back at me.
“It’s permanent,” she explained. “One of the processes he’s working on.”
But that wasn’t the only thing Doctor Brent changed about me. Even as I reached up to stroke the tresses of blonde that now stretched down my shoulders, I realized my lips were thicker, sexier. They were also a shade darker, an erotic hue of red that made it look like I had on lipstick.
And my breasts. I felt the difference once I realized I had been altered. Even though they were bound beneath several layers of cotton and canvas, I could feel their swollen circumferences. When Valerie first put that gas mask over my face, I had been a B-Cup. Now? At least D’s. I swallowed, not sure how to respond or what I should do.
Even when Nurse Valerie tugged on my leash, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I didn’t know what to do or say as I walked behind the nurse. We moved through the corridors. They were mostly empty except for one or two of the orderlies who grinned at me or flashed thumbs-ups on their way past.
I couldn’t believe it.
He had changed me. He had made me into a little sex toy.
Valerie took me to another room. She opened the door and motioned for me to enter. Too stunned to defy her, I silently walked into the room. This new space was largely empty. There was a bed off to the side, a bench, and the standard counter with sink that was built into every room. It looked like this might have been a spare room, one Adrian didn’t use regularly.
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