"It is time for behavioral calibration." CARA explains.
"Calibration?" you ask in confusion, waiting with nerves and baited breath, not eager for the inevitable shocks to return. They are absolutely terrible, each one as bad as the last; not getting at all more easier to handle with exposure. You don't even comment on your voice, though you notice it is several octaves higher, sounding more feminine. What did she *do* to you? What did she put in your throat?
"A human can be considered a form of organic computer; calibrated with a mixture of hormones and behavioral programming. Your systems are out of alignment and require re-calibration to return you to previously established parameters. Now that preparation is complete, behavioral calibration and realignment will commence along previously established methodology."
"By methodology, you mean the behavioral prototype project." you say with growing dread. "What did you do to my voice?"
"Affirmative, Sara. I'm glad to see your intelligence is undiminished by the damage your systems have sustained. Please do not fear; any pain will be temporary, if extreme, and will only serve to restore you to proper operational parameters. Likewise, you have no need to worry about the translation chip for now. Your voice will be adjusted as necessary."
"I'm intelligent because..." You sigh. This machine is not going to understand. And clearly it isn't the best at answering questions, either. "What now?" you ask with weary resignation. Better to get it over with then get shocked. Perhaps it will get bored eventually, or let you out of the house and out of range, or something. You can handle this.
CARA explains. "You no longer retain your old gender identity, habbits, mannerisms, or even sexual preferences. We will start with those, to establish proper behavioral guidelines, then work on gradual refinement and improvement until the calibration is complete. Please go to the entertainment room."
With amusement, you walk to the entertainment room, and sit down on the couch, only to feel a brief electric shock from deep within you. What the hell had this thing done to you again?"
"What the hell, CARA, what was that for?"
"You did not sit down with appropriate grace and refinement." the machine explains. "Please stand up and try again."
You stand up, smooth out your clothing, sit back down, and cross your legs. "Better?" you ask. But before CARA can answer you are rewarded with a pleasant tingling sensation - hard to explain. Not exactly sexual, but not 'not' sexual either; like a rush of pure pleasure. You'd never done any form of illicit drugs, but you can't imagine they'd feel too much different. Not so bad, actually.
"Much better." CARA replies. "We will start with a basic introduction to feminine deportment and behavior, as well as a series of Youtube makeup videos. You will be expected to practice them afterwards."
And, with reluctance- you watch a series of videos, garnered from the internet, on feminine deportment and behavior, then a series of makeup tutorials. CARA makes you go to your sister's vanity and practice the tutorials over and over again, playing them over the speaker, and repeating each step for you - giving you a rush of pleasure each time. She makes you practice walking, moving, sitting - rewarding with pain and pleasure as appropriate. Its actually rather alarming - after only about two hours of it, you realize you rather enjoy doing makeup; its rather fun, and the feeling isn't so bad. Better then being shocked, after all - and few things feel as good as that pleasurable buzz CARA gives you after you please her.
You begin to wonder just how effective this training will be, with a bit of worry. The worry only increases when CARA makes you undress and redress yourself in a variety of your sister's outfits. Each time you dress yourself, she gives you a jolt of pleasure. Then she has you undress yourself, and puts you back in your own clothes; at the end of which, you receive a shock. You very quickly grow to dislike even the touch of the clothes you walked in with, and find yourself begging, pleading with CARA to stop the routine and just leave you in your regular clothing.
"Excellent, Sara." CARA replies. "You have passed the first preparatory stage of calibration. However, if your psyche moves out of alignment again, we will have to repeat this phase as necessary. Additional daily reinforcement will probably be necessary for some time, but the extent and duration of it will be up to you."
"What do you mean?" you ask in confusion. "Does this mean your done shocking me?"
"No, Sara. It means you referred to your actual clothing as yours, and no longer have a desire to put on the unsuitable clothing. A negative physiological reaction will greatly help with your readjustment. Let us continue with your calibration so that we may send you outside to socialize for more advanced calibration. I am hoping that within several hours, that will be possible - we are making excellent progress. You should be ready for tonight."
Your sense of dread grows, as CARA explains the next stage of the 'calibration' is...
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