This choice: Belatedly, you pass Camille your card too. • Go Back...Chapter #5Belatedly, you pass Camille your card too. by: Mr. George   As you pass through the doorway you reach backwards, "I thought you might like my contact details too." your voice cracks as you speak. You put it down to the change in air. Camille slides it from between your fingers. "I think you'll be calling me first. But I'll keep this, because I want to keep track of you."
You walk down the steps, the Sun here is brighter, or maybe it's just the lack of clouds but it is incredibly bright. You shade your eyes and keep going.
There's s bus at the bottom of the steps, and but you point over to the main terminal.
"Is that where we get processed into women... If you're not one already..." you add, not wanting to insult a potential friend.
She sidles up behind you, and places her hands on your shoulders.
"They say that if you can't tell when you've changed, then you've found your natural form."
She can't be serious, she must be joking, but you glance downwards instinctively. You aren't even wearing the same clothes any more. You look as if you're being prepped for an operation. You are only wearing a simple smock. Camille's hands are resting on shoulders. Until one slides down your flank and she cups your expanded rear.
"Oooh. I love that look on your face. A mix of fear, surprise and excitement."
"Huh..." you answer.
"You've found your new form, but there is still some processing left to do. I'll meet you on the other side."
Glancing around you see a wide selection of people, women, boarding the bus. But milling around there are a huddle of women groping their own bodies. Most with wide smiles, and many looking a little startled.
The journey, like the concourse, is smooth, and you debark at the terminal.
Camille talks about her life and family on the short journey. When you reach the terminal she points you towards one entrance, while she walks through the adjacent one.
Looking backwards, she blows you a kiss. "I'll see you on the other side." She puts a wiggle into her walk as she leaves the bright sunlight. You assume it's one aisle for citizens, and another for visitors. You head inside, the heat of the Sun makes you feel like you are cooking.
A laser shoots out, and scans the ID on your hologram badge.
"Welcome, Alex Carrigan, please enjoy your stay on our planet. Remember to abide by all local laws and regulations."
The laser light shifts from your badge, and moves to the back of your hand. You lift it up, and the light tracks it effortlessly.
There's a burst of intensity, and you feel the heat build on the back of your hand. Half a second later, the light switches off, and you hear the voice addressing the next passenger.
You rub one hand over the other, and spot that the laser has left a design on the back of your hand. It looks like a stylised letter 'S'.
There are two roses filling the loops of the letter, a red rose on top, and a white rose beneath.
You are glad to be in a female body, otherwise that design might be a little ... you were thinking gay ... but on this planet, perhaps embarrassing for a man would be more polite.
"I wonder if it stands for anything." you mutter. You are barely aware of speaking aloud, but the customs computer hears your question non the less.
"The tattoo." the voice asks.
You look around, but the walls are featureless. No speakers, screens or cameras are visible. "Err. Yes."
"The 'S' tattoo marks you as a submissive."
"Wait... What..." you blurt out.
"Your mistress has already registered her interest in you."
"What ... Who..."
"Mistress Camille has petitioned to be recognised as responsible for you."
"I didn't agree to that." you protest. It's difficult without someone to face.
"Please proceed onwards to the next stage, for suitable clothing."
A frosted glass door opens in front of you, and you see a selection of racks of clothing along the side.
"But... But, I didn't agree to that." you say. Your voice high, shrill and cracking.
"You accepted her instruction, on entering the processing facilities... and have raised no objects when she touched you twice sexually."
To illustrate it's point, an image appears on the floor in front of you, Camille's finger directing you towards the door. It looks more intimidating and imperious now. The image is replaced with one from inside the ship. Her hand cupping your male ass. When you open your mouth to protest, the image changes, and you see her hand resting on a larger female ass.
As the final picture fades away, the voice restarts. "You have also shown, indecisive behaviour that suggests you would suit a guide."
Even now the impersonal voice seems to put a particular emphasis on the word guide.
You trudge forward, and the door hisses closed behind you.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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