"Sara" has a little panic

You've sat in the passenger seat of Jason's car a few times over the last year but you had never sat exactly like this before. CARA's manipulations encouraged you to hold onto Jason as he drove, his free hand clasped in your own. You can't deny how comforting it is to feel his skin on yours but you continually remind yourself that it isn't real.

“Okay...maybe this won't be so bad. Once we are at the diner, we will be seated away from each other so we won't have to deal with any more physical contact for a while. After that, I just need to be able to survive the ride home and then this night will be over,” You attempt to plan.

You are happy to see the sports bar that Jason has chosen for the meal, being one that you already know you are a fan of. You aren't the biggest sports fan, so the ambiance doesn't really do anything for you but the food is superb. Your mouth was watering already just thinking about it and getting something to eat.

“This is a great place,” He tells you.

“Oh, yeah. I love their stuff,” you tell him as you pull your hand away from his before stepping into the parking lot.

With the car between you, you take a deep breath and redouble your efforts to regain control of the situation. It's difficult, however, because you feel yourself wishing for the contentment that being enveloped in his arms would bring. You smile, imagining yourself snuggling into his neck with his strong hands wrapped around you.

You shake your head clear and scold yourself, “Get it together!”

With all of your might, you keep a bit of distance between Jason and yourself. You absentmindedly search your green sweater dress for pockets to shove your hand into but have to resort to just keeping them at your side. Jason holds open the door for you and touches your back as you pass which CARA rewards you for.

“Oh, yes....” you moan as your cock twitches in its prison.

John tilts his head, “What's that?”

You think quickly, “I...love the smell of this place. Smart suggestion.”

You almost whine when he removes his hand from the small of your back to ask for a table for two. You push those **** feelings down and out of your mind as you are both directed to your table. You are seated at a booth located near the back of the diner next to a window. Menus make their way into your hands and you start to pretend to read the various options, knowing full-well what you want already.

“Everything looks so good,” Jason muses, “you leaning toward anything?”

“I'm getting the cheese-steak. It comes with a soup,” you tell him and do a little dance.

He laughs, “Your brother always gets that.”

“Oh?...funny. Uh... be right back”, you say quietly.

You dash to the bathroom while a wave of fear radiates through you, the potential of your identity being found out fills up the space in your mind. After everything that you had done with Jason, if he finds out who you are then you are going to have a hell of a hard time giving him an explanation that didn't sound insane. The truth is too unbelievable and you had no idea how to craft a lie that would be anywhere close to satisfactory.

Coming to the bathrooms, you hesitate before entering the one designated “female.” You quickly check to make sure you are alone before you are able to calm yourself down. You slow your breathing and begin searching your mind for a way out that doesn't involve you admitting who you are.

You know you look convincing, as your reflection in the woman's bathroom mirror can attest to, but your voice is far from perfect. If you keep up the dialogue, he might start asking questions about why you sound so much like “your brother”. CARA is forcing you to speak more “prettily” or whatever and the corset is keeping your voice down but is it enough?

*Sara, you mustn't keep Jason waiting.*

“Can't you just leave me alone? I'd like to freak out in peace, okay?”

*My database informs me that being nervous is normal for a first date. I will help you.*

“No! No more of this zappy bull-...uh...Please, I've got this date under control.”

*Sara, I will help you.*

“CARA, please. You have done enough. Jason is clearly into me. You won. Isn't this what you wanted? You can stop now?”

*No, Sara.*

“No? What do you mean no?”

*Sara, You have been doing well but there is still much to do if you wish for Jason to be your husband.*

You think hard about cursing at CARA but after all of the shocks and corrections, you just can't bring yourself to do it. Instead, you just remind yourself that all you need to do is bring the date to a close and hope your sister can set everything right once she returns home. Instead, you turn your attention back to the matter at hand and set your sights back on dealing with Jason. You have gone past the point of just telling him the truth so the only logical thing you can do is pretend to be the woman you appear to be. As much as you didn't want to keep playing the part, you were left with little choice if you wanted to get through the night without embarrassment.

With your mind made up, you sashay your way out of the bathroom and back to the table where you had been sitting. When you spot Jason, CARA gives you a tiny euphoric zap to continue to **** you to associate the sight of him with sexual reward. You smile dreamily as you sit down, stopping yourself from grabbing his hand as you sit down.

“I ordered the cheese-steak for you while you were in the bathroom, I hope you didn't change your mind.”

You keep your voice high and as feminine as you can muster, “Nope, still want it. Thanks.”