Following...

"Jared..." Her friends name sounded odd coming from her. Not right. Equals referred to each other by name and she was no longer his equal - physically, socially, intellectually. It was ingrained into her. Deeply. That was the mental change. Part of it at least.

"Um master," that sounded much more appropriate, "please master, may I wear some clothes?" Daniel asked hopefully as she walked obediently behind her new master, her wide hips moving oddly, her large breasts swaying. She was acutely aware of her new femininity and sexuality. Every little movement, every sensation reinforced the totality of her changes. She was looking up at her master. She had lost so much stature. Her small feet padded softly, gently. Lightly. Her long dark hair tickled her naked shoulders. Her trim belly grumbled and she realised that it could swell with pregnancy.

This was humiliating and strangely arousing. A small part of her knew this was all wrong and worried about the implications of this. What if other people saw her like this? The people she had once worked with? Her former friends? They knew she had been sentenced to be a drone but not what type. If they knew they'd never be able to look at her the same again. It was quite overwhelming to be Jared's ****, but this was meant to be temporary. Surely Jared should treat her like... Well not this.

A much greater part of her desperately wanted to be naked to please her master, her small curvaceous body on display for all to see. It thrilled her. She wanted everyone to know what she was now - a lowly drone, a sensual creature... Her masters property. The tingling increased. Her breathing increased.

And as she stepped outside I to the cool night air her eyes widened. There was a crowd gathered there. Holo cameras hovered as bloiders and news bloggers started to throw eager questions out. "So this is your former partner Daniel?" "Will she be your private drone or do you plan on hiring her out?" "Daniel how do you like your new body?" "Do you like your new perspective?" "Do you think your punishment fits the crime."

Jared stood aside and let them photo her as she stood hesitantly before the paparazzi. She understood why she had not been allowed clothes. Clearly this was part of Jared's plan . He had the best of intentions for her she was certain. This must be to help convince their enemies... She still grew slightly embarrassed as she stood before them naked, conscious of her proudly erect nipples and tingling sex. She wished she didn't enjoy the attention as well. It was belittling to be reduced to a mere object. Soon these images would be all over the net. Men would look at her and desire her. Want to screw her new pussy. They must know how heightened her enforced arousal was. She swallowed dryly. She'd forgotten how some of these high profile enforced nano changes were of such public interest. There would be no anonymity for her. The changes were **** and no doubt there were few drones like her. Everone would recognise her - she was notorious...

Jared held up his hand for quiet, working the press with consummate skill. "My former partner regrets her past actions now. She is still coming to grips with her changes. As you can see they are extensive." He reached out and lifted one of her perfectly formed breasts, gently stoking her nipple. There was laughter and some hoots and wolf whistles. Daniel shifted, hoping that the moist tingling between her thighs was not obvious. She nodded in agreement. Listening to her master she felt as though she deserved this fate. "I think she has paid for her crimes, but rest assured I will make sure she never forgets what she has done." Daniel looked at Jared, hoping that he will live up to his words and yet hoping he won't. He smiles then motions for her to follow to his Limo.

Daniel obediently followed and climbed in after him, the leather seats cold against her naked butt cheeks. "Be a good girl, pour me a drink," Jared directed lazily as he reclined in the back and regarded her, expecting obedience.

"Yes sir," she said as she instinctively obeyed and poured him a scotch, conscious of his eyes on her.

"You did well out there pet. Whoever framed you saw that and will no doubt be very pleased with your obvious loss of stature, freedom and manhood," he complimented her as he took his drink. She felt a thrill of pleasure at his words. It was true. She had lost so much. But it felt so right. He patted the seat next to him, "by my side girl. Now," he instructed and she moved willingly to his side, ready to anticipate his needs. She hoped he would take her, the thought rising unbidden to her. "You know your bane might even try and seduce you - make your defeat complete. I think if I hold a party to celebrate my new **** they would find it hard to resist the opportunity to gloat. Yes. That's what I will do..." He swirled his glass slowly, intoxicated by his power over her. "So my dear, do you like the body I chose for you?" He asked as he placed a hand cassually on her knee.

"Yes sir, I... Do." She hesitated, uncertain whether she was completely happy. She would have preferred to still be male. Perhaps. But his hand on her knee inching slowly up her inner thigh to her new sex made it hard to focus on that train of thought.

"I wonder. If I told you to unbuckle my pants and climb atop me would you do so happily?" Jared pondered almost abstractedly, his narrow eyes watching the effect of his words. Her conditioning made her want to please him, to idolise him, to respond to his words as though they were her own thoughts and desires. No doubt she realised what was happening. But she didn't seem to want to fight it.

"I think that's a wonderful idea master..." His hand inched to her nether lips and slowly toyed with them. She inhaled sharply as her legs spread to better allow him access and she nodded in agreement. "I... God that feels incredible." She purred with growing lust.

"Unbuckle my belt, I want you to look at what you've lost with your new perspective." He said.

She bit her lip as she fumbled willingly with his belt. She wanted to see it. Wanted his cock in her pussy. But that would only happen when he allowed it. "It feels so big." She said in awe and mild fear.

"I bet it does." He said as he finished his drink. "You don't realise how desirable you are. Standing naked out in front of all those reporters... Your small body so feminine, your perfect breasts bare. A hint of your juices glistening on your delicate hairless lips. Your need palpable. So ****. So uncertain. So ready to be taken. The men wanted you. The women envied you. But only I have you." He slipped his finger into her velvety depths and slowly explored her new sex. "Tight and hot and wet."

As his manhood sprang free she stared at it, raw need filling her mind. But he had not told her she could mount him.

"Climb on girl. I want to show your the pleasures of your new flesh."

"Yes sir." She whispered as he guided her atop him. She could feel his manhood at the lips of her new sex. He lowered her slowly. She mewled as he entered her. "Oh god." She moaned as he filled her. She was his and she loved it.