Chapter 9 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Say?

No

Lois looked away, at Maria. "This women...all these women. They're just the results. What do you mean, the Mistress transforms them? How can she do that?"

The barmaid hesitated. The reporter could sense trepidation in the young woman's eyes. Maria dropped her gaze, crossed her hands in front of her chest, retreating into a defensive posture.

Lois stepped forward, putting her hands on the other woman's hips, sliding them around to the back, fingers digging under the waistband of her skirt...pressing against smooth skin...then pulling her close, until they were almost hip to hip.

"Maria...please. This is important. You know, don't you?" The reporter's hands dug deeper in the skirt, grabbing palmfuls of soft ass.

Slowly, the young woman melted against Lois, laying her head on the older woman's shoulder.

"There's a room, at the bottom, with a mirror. No one is supposed to go in, except when the Mistress is there. And she makes...she make you look in the mirror...and your reflection starts to distort."

"Like a funhouse?" Lois murmured.

"No. Because you don't see yourself as you are, or taller or fatter, you see...you see what you want to be. What you'd give anything to be. What you'd die to be." The young woman snuffled. "And then she tells you the price. And it's higher than you ever thought it might be."

Lois hugged her close, feeling the young woman shake in her arms, Maria's pulse pounding through the veins in her ass. The reporter wondered how she felt, holding the **** young woman like that.

Like a lover? Like a mother? Am I just using Maria, to get her story? The reporter felt hot wet tears soak through her shirt. But I have to ask...

"Maria...what were you...before?"