Okay. A chat with Penelope, then off to deal with the voicemail from Jasmine and a text from Jenna that came in while I was working.

As my shift ended, everything was back in place, so I headed down to see Rapetoy and Penelope. I just ordered Rapetoy to agree with my popcorn plan, but come up with any needed security precautions Those basically consisted of ‘use microwave popcorn for everyone and don’t give them any bowls or anything and make sure all containers are thrown away, not carried back.’ What they could have done with a bag from microwave popcorn and some unpopped kernels (except Poison Ivy, of course) I didn’t know, but didn’t really want to, either.

Then I stopped my Penelope’s office to report on my first day of movie night. “Hey Doc.”

“Mr. Cain, have you been injured again? Or encountered outside powers again? Honestly, you are my most frequent flier these days. You really ought to be more careful.”

I gave her a wink. “Aw, Doc, you do care!”

She rolled her eyes. “What can I do for you?”

“Thought I’d let you know how the movie night went. I’m obviously not as observant as you are, but still…”

“Who was there?”

I listed the other patients, whose names I’d written down for exactly this purpose, “And Clayface.”

Penelope’s eyes flashed,”Mr. Cain, I told you to let me know before Clayface’s movie night, given his psychosis regarding remakes of his own films. That’s why I removed all of his films and all remakes from your list.”

I blinked at her. “No, you didn’t.” She opened her mouth, fury lighting up her beautiful face, but I talked over her. “If that was a requirement, it would be in the plan, or your approval memo. You’ve got your computer right there, pull it up.”

She frowned, but did so. +5 SP (Penelope: +10). Her expression changed as she realized she was wrong and I Know What I’m Doing worked its magic on her mind. “Dammit. I…can’t believe I didn’t include that! Please, please, please don’t tell anyone!”

I smirked to myself. “Doc, doc, doc, you’re making so much progress with Peyton. Everyone is impressed. After her surgery, I’m sure you agree she’ll be cured and ready for release.” I glared at her as silence stretched for a moment, until Penelope recognized her cue.

”Of course.” +1 SP (Penelope +11). That SP reduction for the almost **** compliance was a bitch. Usually, I was sure my giving her advice on patient treatment and her following it would have gotten me into the fifties, at least.

“Given what a good job you’re doing with her, why would I reveal any little mistake you make?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m soooo busy, sometimes little things fall through the cracks, especially since all my employees are idiots!” I smiled, even if inwardly I was fuming. Her humility had vanished as quickly as it came. “How did it go with Clayface?”

“Quite well, they were disappointed it was the color version of His Girl Friday rather than black and white…and things got a bit heated at the after-film discussion, when he discovered it was a remake of an older play and movie, but we calmed that down, as he’d liked it so much and it was so old.”

“Jesus christ…that was lucky. No more remakes for Clayface!”

I nodded obediently, I’d get that restriction lifted before her next movie day, I was sure. She wanted reports after every movie night for Clayface and input if there were any problems. Peyton was up next, but the votes weren’t all in yet, so I told her I’d tell her Friday.

With that done, I was finally able to escape. I was starting to regret this fucking carpool. It meant I couldn’t stick around to deal with targets, or problems. But checking my phone, I saw some alerts.

Jenna wanted to talk. Jasmine was inviting me to dinner to ‘discuss’ Diamond’s proposal. I texted Diamond, who didn’t want Jasmine to join us on Thursday…which was a fucking shame as it didn’t give me an excuse to not tell her what was going on. There was a bit of tension in her texts, but when I asked, she just said that we’d talk about it tomorrow. Normally, that would be a red flag and I might obsess about it, but given the app, I wasn’t worried.

She offered a meeting Saturday morning, when I’d be busy helping out with Kat’s ambush of Jewelz. I called as I headed over to the jail to pick up the others in the carpool and got put through instantly by her secretary. Jasmine was needy, which wasn’t attractive, but she was hot as hell, which made it a lot sexier than it otherwise would be.

We had the scheduling done before I got to the jail, though she was disappointed that Diamond would be there too, she hid it well.

I put off Jenna until I finally got home, which meant I was annoyed as fuck by her invitation to a local arcade for a ‘guy’s night.’ I agreed, in the end and had a heck of a time. She won most of the challenges, for minor forfeits I didn’t care about and a few feminizations that I didn’t care about…until I finally got the notification.

It was while she was in the bathroom removing…whatever last little bit of tomboy existed in her appearance. Still don’t remember what it was. But I got the pop-up.

Helpful Hint: Because you’ve finally started to actually be a fucking man, that’s enough. There’s always more to do to make her your perfect barbie fucktoy though, so don’t hesitate to change her appearance further! If you want to change her personality too, you can activate the further feminization toggle in her profile.

I pulled up her profile.

Jenna’s acting like nothing has happened, like she doesn’t know you’re under Asa’s control and like her legs don’t get weak and her pussy doesn’t gush whenever she thinks about it…

Sexual commands should seem totally normal to her, but how to test that? It had started to rain while we were inside, not the common Gotham drizzle, but a real rain. The run to the cars were going to be fun…and after waiting so long for Jenna, I wasn’t eager to keep waiting, or to turn this into a threesome…