“M-Miss Sandover?” Sean blinked, shocked to see me standing naked among my carnage. I smiled, pulling against Dana’s grip.
“See? He knows who I am! Let me go!” I whimpered.
“No, no…Little Lily, Sean is mine.”
“That’s not fair!”
“It has taken me years to get Sean to this point, and I will not have your newbie ass breaking all my hard work,” Dana snapped, though he was chuckling, pulling me back and wrapping his arms around my shoulders to hold me still, even as I looked over Sean hungrily. I could not even place what it was about the head of security that was so intoxicating. I felt like I needed to hover around him, draw off his strength and his simplicity.
“Dana, what—”
“I told you she was going to become like me,” he said. “Here she is…almost complete.”
I glared at him.
“Well, you still have three little tests and some training,” Dana stated.
I huffed.
“Sean, give her your jacket.”
Without hesitating, the head of security walked forward, shrugging the coat off his shoulders and handing it to me. I was tempted to leap out and grab onto him, climb around him like ivy, but from Dana’s increasingly strong grip on my shoulders, I could tell he was warning me against it.
I took the jacket slowly and wrapped it around my shoulders. It was big enough to reach half-way down my thighs, so it covered me substantially.
“Dana…do I even want to know what happened in here?”
“Go look at the tapes, if you’re curious.” Dana pointed to the fly chained to the table. “Take him to the holding cells,” he said. “And run his blood. The other three need to be disposed of, and this one…” Dana reached down, having released me, and placed his hand on the head of the fly with the funny face. “I don’t actually know what we can do for him…” He turned his head, hearing the man cry out in garbled pain as I laughed. “Call Stacy. Let her see him. She can make the decision.”
“If he can be fixed?”
Dana shrugged. “Put him in the holding cells as well. And run his blood work. I want everyone on file.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.” Dana turned and motioned for me to follow. “Alright, you, come with me.”
I skipped after him, throwing glances at the others in the room as I moved. I was looking forward to playing with all the people Dana had in the Commission. There were so many people I could learn about now, and I fully intended on using them as practice.
Realizing we were walking to the security office, I blinked at Dana.
“You’re not taking me back to my cell?”
“No,” Dana laughed. “You’re bored as hell back there, and I think it would end up costing me even more money. I think it’s time you became my assistant.”
“Your assistant?”
“If anyone asks, that’s what you are.”
“What am I really?”
“My protégé,” he said, casting an eye in my direction. I smiled. Both of us passed through the security checkpoint without being stopped and we walked down the hallway leading to the door that would lead to the offices of the Commission. But we continued walking, rather than going to his office.
I followed, glancing around the walls. I was surprised by how much the colors played a factor in how I felt. The darker walls of the offices immediately soothed me from the bright white colors of the back of the Commission and the change was immediate. I smiled and bit my lip, thrilled that I was out of the back.
“Excited?” Dana teased, opening the door that led into the empty meeting room.
I skipped and twirled into the meeting room, spinning around once before running to the podium and standing in front of the room, looking among the empty tables and chairs. Dana stepped up beside me.
“What do you think?”
“When’s the next meeting?” I turned to him with a grin.
“Three days,” he said. “But…you will need a little time before you can stand in front of the Commission.”
I whined and pouted, sticking my lip out as he laughed.
“Trust me, it won’t take long.”
He took my hand and led me through the other door, the door I only had been through twice, though I could not precisely recall what happened during those times or what was beyond the door.
There were more doors marked with numbers. I blinked at the silver plates of engraved numbers as Dana led me down the long hallway, turning right at the first junction. He took me to the very end of that hallway and then opened the first unmarked door on the left.
Dana slid his card over the lock on the door and it clicked open, the lights turning on as we walked in. I saw a large, suite-like room, similar to the one that I had been in when I first came to the Commission, but this was larger and grander.
There was a large bed with a simple black frame on the far wall, covered in a silvery grey bedspread and adorned with pillows. Next to the bed were two black nightstands. One had an empty glass on it used for hard liquor. The other was covered in files and papers with the contents sticking out at mismatched angles.
“Do you even sleep?” I asked once the door had closed behind us.
“No. Sometimes I like to pretend, though, when I’m bored and there’s nothing or no one to do.”
I smiled and nodded to the glass.
“Have a guest last night?”
“Yes, I did.”
“A man?” I said knowingly, judging by the glass.
“Yes,” Dana repeated. “Speaking of, give me that jacket so I can give it back to him,” he said, reaching his hand out for the coat. I blinked at him, pretending to be shocked as I realized the identity of his guest.
“Mr. Christenson? You’ve been mixing work and pleasure?”
“That’s the only way to live, my dear.” He took the jacket as I slid it from my shoulders.
He put it over the back of the chair that was tucked under the desk, which was large and littered with papers and a closed laptop. The whole surface was a complete mess. I was able to see law books, as well as a few anatomy books, and files on the experiments with a blood work readout on top of everything.
I glanced around the room, my eyes filled with absolute wonder. The pictures on the walls were grand, impressive works of art, including two Dalis. I skipped to one of them, one that I recognized immediately.
“This is the original…” I hissed, turning to Dana.
“They all are,” he assured. “The Picasso over there is the original. And the two Van Goghs…” he motioned to the pictures.
I smiled and looked at the amazing colors and shapes of the pictures. It felt like being in a palace.
“Expensive tastes,” I laughed.
“This is only part of my collection.”
“But, I’m surprised. No ‘Starry Night?’”
“I’m not one for the general fan favorite.” He spanked me. “Enough with those. Through there is the bathroom. Take a shower and we’ll get you cleaned up because…you desperately need it.”
“Fuck you,” I teased, walking into the bathroom, putting a swing to my hips.
The bathroom was heavy with grays and concrete, silver faucets and a large round, modern bathtub that stood out against the simple colors. The shower was huge, with several different faucets that went in many different directions.
Extremely excited, I danced to the shower and looked at the controls, turning it on easily and adjusting the temperature before stepping in and allowing myself to be engulfed by the heat of the water and the pressure of the spouts.
The feeling was heavenly and I closed my eyes, allowing the water to run over my skin, feeling each droplet roll over my body in a horribly tantalizing manner.
Finally, I managed to pull my arms up and run my hands over my head, pushing the water through my hair. The feeling of the droplets over my skin was too much. Immediately, the ache of being denied earlier returned with a vengeance.
Soon, I was
running my hands over my breasts, rubbing the water over me and feeling the sparks that radiated as my hands passed over my nipples and the water soothed them.
The door opened and another figure joined me. I smiled, looking over his naked body appreciatively as he came up behind me, leaning his head to my neck, licking a line from the base of my nape to the back of my ear, causing me to shiver and collapse against him.
“How do you even get through a shower?” I breathed, feeling need tug at my belly.
He nipped at my ear lobe.
“Practice.”
His hand grabbed my hair, pushing me forward so my hands rested on the glass wall in front of me, bending me over as his other hand grabbed my hip.
I turned over my shoulder, smiling breathlessly.
“What happened to punishment?”
“Punishment’s over.”
* *** *
I have become Dana’s personal doll.
He shaved me in the shower and washed my hair, even though both actions led to a rough romp in the hot spray of the water. It was an incredible roll of amazing feelings. It was also fascinating, watching him shave my legs, under my arms, even gently around my genitals.
“No one’s complained,” I remind him with high eyebrows.
“You’re in a different weight class now,” he smiled, placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I narrow my eyes playfully. He shook the razor in the water to clean it. “Are you saying that the scientists in the back are not as shallow as the members of the Commission?”
“No, they have lower standards,” Dana laughed. “Speaking of which, you do not submit to them now that you’re with me, understand?”
“Possessive?” I laugh, setting my leg down as Dana stood, switching the water off.
“No,” he shook his head. “But now that you’re not an experiment, you have to act like you’re in charge of them.”
“Am I?” I challenge, easily catching the towel as it’s thrown at me. He smiled, grabbing the other towel and placing it around his shoulders.
“Of course,” he smiled. “I’m training you to lead beside me.”
“Take over for you one day?” I test, cocking an eyebrow. He shrugged, walking into the bedroom as I study his back and ass appreciatively.
“If you ever manage to get rid of me, I guess,” he said, shrugging off the mild threat. I follow him, pulling the towel over my head and trying to dry my hair as much as possible as he rubbed the water off his body. It’s difficult not to watch him as he moves, and I find myself licking my lips without meaning to.
“Here,” he said, walking to his closet and pulling out a robe, tossing it on the bed before pulling out a suit from the closet, setting it down next to the robe. “Wear this until I get back.”
“Back?”
There is a knock at the door that causes me to whirl around.
“Yes?” Dana called, not startled.
The door opened and young, beautiful woman walked into the room, holding a tray in front of her. The tray had a covered plate and another domed silver setting with a glass of wine in the corner.
“Just set it over there, Lydia,” Dana instructed, toweling his hair dry, jerking his head to the round table under the Van Gogh painting. The young woman passes me with her head dropped in embarrassment. I watch her small, round butt move in the pencil-skirt and my lips purse. I try to decide if I like the shape or not. There is something lacking…
“Will that be all, Mr. Christenson?” Lydia whispered, setting the tray down.
“Yes, Lydia, thank you,” Dana nodded, walking to the mirror on the closet door, moving his fingers through his hair. I watch her leave. I see her hurry out, her little butt moving quickly.
I chuckle and shake my head, putting the towel around my neck and reaching for the robe.
“She’s cute.”
“She’s standard,” Dana said, moving away from the mirror and grabbing his shirt from the hanger, pulling it over his shoulders.
“She’s got a nice ass,” I continue, pulling the robe around me as Dana began to button up his pristine white shirt. I am having trouble not watching his every move, even the small, precise movement of his fingers.
“It looks better with clothes on,” he shook his head, glancing at me with a cocky smile. I snort.
“Have you had everyone?”
“More or less,” he admitted. “There are some I simply do not care for, so I continue to tease them.” He jerked his head to the table. “That’s for you…”
I step to the table, tying the oversized robe as I walk. I remove the bigger cover from the tray and my nose twitches at the smell. There is a large slab of roasted, dead meat on the plate, along with some potatoes and bread. I cringe away from the food and set the cover back down.
“No,” Dana said, walking to me as he fastened his pants. He removes the cover as I groan. “You need to eat.”
“You don’t eat,” I point out.
“Little Lily, take the robe off and look at yourself in the mirror.”
Eager to get away from the disgusting food, I prance to the full-length mirror, dropping the robe, shivering at the feeling of it passing over my skin. I look at my body—the first time I have seen my full form after my transformation. My hair, now washed and clean, curls around my smooth face, drawing attention to my bright, golden eyes. My lips have not changed color since the last time I looked in the mirror in Dana’s office. My neck is thin, draping into my shoulders. I can see the entirety of my collarbone for the first time in my life, and my ribs are visible along my sides. My belly is thin, sloped, tucked between my hips, which are also thinner and leaner.
“What?” I ask.
“You look terrible.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You need to gain at least seven kilos,” he declared, walking behind me and straightening his tie behind my reflection.
“I think I look good…” I say softly, running my hand down my side and resting it on my hip.
“Believe me, you’ll look much better when you have tits and an ass to work with again,” he said, smacking my hip as he walked away to pick up the vest. I sigh, reaching up to cup my breasts. It’s true, they have gotten much smaller…it would be nice to have those again…
“Why are you changing suits?” I ask, stooping to pick up the robe, pulling it over me again, trying to avoid the food on the table.
“Because that one,” he pointed to the one hanging over the back of the chair over Sean’s jacket, “is worth four thousand dollars,” he said. “And this one is only worth one thousand.” He smoothed the front of the vest and reached for the jacket, pulling it on. “I don’t want to ruin the four thousand dollar suit.”
“Why?” I chuckle, walking to him and placing my arms around his waist, snuggling close. “What are you planning on doing?”
Dana grinned and pulled away, pointing at the table.
“You will get to do plenty soon enough,” he assured. “But, I have a few appointments. You need to have that finished by the time I get back.”
“Is it even possible for me to eat?” I whisper, casting a wary eye at the unappetizing meal.
“It is possible, but not advised. Your metabolism is running at a completely different level now. You should only need to eat for about a week, and you’ll have gained the weight back.”
“Girls like to be skinny,” I whine.
“You’re not a girl, you’re a woman, and a woman needs to have something to her to be a woman,” Dana said, tracing a finger along my jaw. “Trust me. I’m a man, I know. I will be back in three hours.” He began walking away, glancing at the watch he had just fastened around his wrist. “Don’t try to throw it away, either. I will know.”
I grab the towel around my neck and snap it at his ass, though he did not react, laughing as he walked out of the room.
“Don’t leave, either.”
I sigh, staring around the ro
om before cautiously stepping to the table and glaring at the covered food with disgust.
For twenty minutes, I wander about the room, opening the large closet and walking in, studying the suits and shoes on one side as well as the watches, cufflinks and ties at the far end. Next to those, I find ornate, beautiful necklaces with matching earrings, gold and silver bracelets, and rings laid out in perfect display. Running my fingers along them quietly, I question why they are there.
“Well, Dana, I didn’t know you were in to drag…” I murmur with a giggle. I walk up the other side of the large closet and find an array of women’s clothing, from stiletto heels to dresses and backless shirts. I look among the beautiful colors and chic styles, running my hands over the soft fabric. Finding one particularly soft black dress, I pull it out of the line of the others. It is thin, smooth fabric, wrapped in a draping style.
Realizing it is far too small for Dana, I understand that it’s for me.
It is my house warming present.
Welcome to the other side of sanity, here is your expensive wardrobe!
I crouch down and look among the beautiful shoes, finding a pair of strappy stilettos that immediately catch my eye.
Pulling them out, I move into the bedroom, placing the dress on the bed and the shoes at my feet. I skip back into the closet, opening the drawers under the jewelry and finding a selection of incredibly beautiful lace bras and panties. I pull out a red set with black lacing and quickly shed the robe, putting the lingerie on and moving to look at myself in the mirror.
I am stunning. The red against my pale skin causes a shock to my eyes and makes me feel warm and excited, despite the fact that my breasts did not fill the cups of the bra.
Ignoring that insignificant detail, I put the dress on, slipping it over my skin and trying to control the immediate sparks that ran through my body at the feeling of the fabric. Once I settle the straps over my shoulders, I slide my feet into the shoes.
Before my newfound balance, stilettos were terrifying and I felt impossibly perched when I wore them. Now, I am able to adjust my center so easily, as though I had been walking in stilettos my entire life.
Standing in the mirror, I hardly recognize myself. The dress is a little large, but as I gain weight, I know it will hug my hips and breasts beautifully. I am suddenly excited to eat again. I can spend some time looking through the makeup and jewelry Dana had put there for me afterward, and maybe even style my hair to see how beautiful I can make myself.
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