More questions for Meg.

Meg sat with Alice in the living room of the small on-site apartment that the clinic provided for her. Alice thought she looked slightly more alert today, but it could have been wishful thinking. They made small talk about the accommodations for a few minutes before lapsing into silence.

Alice was being intentionally passive, waiting for Meg to say something. An ordinary drone would simply sit quietly, letting the minutes flow past until they needed to attend to a bodily urge, but she wanted to give Meg space to explore her newfound willpower. After about twenty minutes, Meg finally spoke.

"How did you get to be a scientist?" she asked Alice. It was a question Alice had been asked hundreds of times, but today she eschewed her rote answer for a more personal one.

"It was really all because of my friend Ben. My dad was a professor and my mom was a drone at the university. When he decided to have me, he took her as a domestic drone and had her help raise me. Unfortunately, he was way too invested in his work to really care much about what happened to me, so it looked like I was destined to follow in her footsteps rather than his."

She paused again, letting the silence play out. This time it only took Meg five minutes to respond, asking her to continue.

"Our next-door neighbors had a little boy, Ben, who was about my age. He took a keen interest in me and I naturally began to respond to his desires. When he entered primary school, he desperately wanted me to come with him, so of course I did. He noticed that I was gifted from an early age, and he relished watching my knowledge expand. I had a rare combination - an innate gift for learning and a male who wanted me to use it."

"Wow," Meg said softly.

"He supported me all through university and grad school too. Of course, the desires of other men influenced me - I've carefully maintained my appearance and cultivated a friendly, obsequious demeanor - but Ben has always been the main guy in my life. I live with him now and he follows my research quite keenly. In fact, he's very interested in you."

Meg's eyebrows twitched. "Me?"

"Yes," Alice said with a laugh. "He's got certain... proclivities. He likes the notion of an independent woman, one who can make her own choices and defy his commands. That's part of why I'm so... mannish."

"Oh." Meg was clearly processing everything she'd heard. She lapsed back into a stupor for a few minutes before Alice spoke again.

"Let's talk about you," Alice said. "I'd like to hear things from your perspective. Do you feel different today?"

Meg furrowed her brow. "...I don't know," she admitted. "I... think so. I'm getting weird flashes of bad feelings sometimes."

"Can you give me some examples?"

Meg scowled. "Today in the hospital, a man told me to blow him. I didn't like that."

"Did you do it?" Alice asked, fascinated. For all of her learning, she couldn't even begin to imagine saying no to a request like that. Meg seemed to get more enthusiastic when she answered this question

"No. He got really scared, then, and ran away. That gave me a good feeling. A really, really good feeling."

Alice's eyes sparkled with curiosity. She leaned in close and put a hand on Meg's forearm. "Can you describe that feeling?"

"Good. Strong. Like when I lift something heavy or do something difficult. I want to do it again."

Meg's cheeks were flushed now, and her voice was pitched down. It sounded almost like arousal to Alice. In any case, Alice wanted to give her an opportunity to do it again. She immediately told Meg to stand up. Meg looked at her, eyes wide, and stopped breathing for a moment.

"No," she said. A small, satisfied smile broke out on her lips. "I don't wanna."

Alice was startled to realize she was getting aroused too. Was this because of Meg's arousal, or because of what she knew Ben would do when he finally met this remarkable woman? Either way, she continued.

"Meg, get me a glass of water." Her tone was more commanding now, and Meg crossed her legs.

"No. I won't." Both women were breathing hard now. A line of sweat had broken out across Meg's forehead. "I want you to get me a glass of water."

Alice immediately hopped up and started looking through the shelves for something to drink with. As she searched, she felt Meg's eyes on her ass. She bent over to look through the lower cupboards, even though she knew the cup wouldn't be there. She wanted to give Meg a good view.

"I don't want a glass of water anymore," Meg said, and Alice turned to face her. Alice suspected she knew what Meg wanted, and the look on the woman's face confirmed it. She unbuttoned a button on her dress shirt and took a step closer to Meg.

"It appears you have the ability to impose your will on other women now," Alice said. "That's... interesting."

Meg nodded. Her eyes roamed over the doctor's body and Alice cocked her hips to accentuate her curves. She took another step forward and put a hand on Meg's shoulder.

"Perhaps we should explore your sexual appetites," she suggested huskily.