Escape is on her mind, but she can’t very well fight and run in a pencil skirt and high heels. She explores the room and finds that, while everything from outer clothes to underwear vary in degrees of femininity, there is nothing that does not scream female in her mind. However, she finds a pair of jeans, plain white panties, a plain white bra, and a t-shirt. With some socks and plain sneakers, she feels ready to go look for escape.
However, her best efforts are pointless. The patio leads to a sheer cliff that has no way down. She searches the door for a way to override the lock. There is only a small hole for voice recognition. No panel, no doorknob, not even a significant crack!
After three hours of combing every inch of the room, she realized that few jail cells could have been as effective! As she collapsed on the couch, a video phone on the coffee table in front of her came on. Syndrome smiled and said, “Ah, my dear Miss Shapely! You look like you realize you are not in control anymore! I will be bye in an hour to take you to dinner. Please dress appropriately!
She did nothing except intentionally muss her hair. When she went into the bathroom to pee, it was humiliating for her to have to sit down to pee! She had no choice though, and learned why women have to wipe when they were done. No wonder Mirage wanted out of this body!
When Syndrome showed up, he laughed at her attempt to displease him. “You don’t understand Miss Shapely. I am in no hurry! The longer it takes you to learn how to dress and behave, the longer I have the pleasure of your company, and the more time Mirage has to make babies with your wife.”
She turned beat red, but new it was pointless to attack him while she had this weak body! She was given a menu to choose from, but found she could only eat a fraction of what she was brought! When he took her back to her room, he grabbed her and kissed her passionately as she struggled to stop him.
Day after day she dressed as masculine as her choices allowed. Syndrome said nothing more. After a few days, on the return to her room, she ceased struggling and just let him kiss her. It was going to happen anyhow.
Something snapped in her mind when she started cramping, and then remembering the notes she read from Mirage, she put a pad in her panties just in time to catch the blood as her period started. She cried. She could not deny being female anymore. It would not work. It had been three weeks, and she had only confirmed that escape was hopeless.
She could not bring herself to make a lot of changes, but a jean skirt seemed appropriate with the rest of her outfit. She even made a very small attempt at doing her hair and did poor job of putting on lipstick.
Syndrome smiled when he came to pick her up, “Hmmm… better. Tell me your name girl.”
She turned red, but said quietly, “Miss Shapely.”
He grinned, “Your full name?”
She hesitated and then said, “Miss Isabel Marie Shapely.”
He laughed, “Wonderful Isabel!” He hugged her, and from now on, you all address me as Mr. Pine.” He waited, “It is customary for my assistant to respond. In this case, the right response is ‘Yes Mr. Pine.’”
She looked up at him, sighed, and said, “Yes Mr. Pine.”
He laughed, “Excellent! You are learning Isabel!” They had dinner, and ended the evening with the traditional kiss. It was different this time though. Her period had changed things. This evening she was not a man trying to fight his way out of a woman’s body. This time, she could not deny her femininity. And even though she did not cooperate with the kiss, it was different. She was a woman being kissed by a man.
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