One part woman, the other part girl

“This is going to be such a fun trip!” Holly gushed. “I just love picking out sexy clothes to try on, even though I won’t be wearing them myself!”

“…Yeah,” Nick said, forcing a smile to his face. “Sounds fun…”

He wasn’t exactly the most enthusiastic about what he was facing today. After the incredible reality-redefining stress of Dakota’s revelations, and Sylvia somehow being transformed into his daughter (not really though… right?) the last thing he wanted to do was go for a shopping trip. He wanted to go back to the Master’s Suite, curl up in bed, and just have it be tomorrow already, even though it was the middle of the afternoon.

But he couldn’t do that. He needed to do what was expected of him.

At least Holly was here. Things would have been incredibly awkward if it was just him and the de-aged Sylvia walking through the shopping center in awkward silence. Before they’d headed out, Carly had the idea of going back and looking through her room for any sexy cosplays that Sylvia might like to try out; so they’d temporarily split up. And now, it was just the three of them. Holly at least had the energy and exuberance to keep the conversation going, which was just what they needed to keep from getting crushed by the uncomfortable cloud hanging over their heads.

Did she really have to make Sylvia so young, though? Nick had spent over a year with the incredibly attractive Dr. Sylvia River, and there was no denying that he was attracted to her, in spite of himself. While that attraction had waned after she’d transported him to this twisted island, he never denied the fact that she was still attractive.

And apparently, that quality hadn’t changed, even when aged down to an 18-year-old girl. Unlike when Morgana had first arrived, a scrawny twig of a thing, Sylvia’s body was vibrant with youth and energy. Her breasts, though smaller than they had once been, stood out perkily on her chest, and her tight and supple ass was undeniable; having abandoned her loose and shredded showgirl shirt, she was now prancing through the shopping center in little more than a leotard; and it felt gross, finding her attractive like this.

Just another thing to be upset with Dakota about.

“Are you sure about this?” Sylvia asked, turning to Holly. She was tugging on her leotard to keep it in place, because with her reduced figure it was hard to keep it holding onto her body. The chance of a wardrobe malfunction was pretty high. “Helping me, I mean. Picking out clothes.”

Sylvia found it kind of hard to believe that Holly would be up for that. She didn’t think anyone would want to help her, except for Marley.

“Sure,” Holly shrugged. “Why not? I get the chance to dress up for master as well, right?”

“I suppose…” Sylvia nodded. “I just… aren’t you upset with me? For giving you all those transformations?”

Holly blinked. “…Not really, no,” she replied, shaking her head. “I mean, yeah, you did warp with my body and mind quite a bit, but… if it wasn’t for you bringing me here, I never would have figured out where I truly belong.”

She flashed a smile at Nick and batted her eyelashes. “My happiness is serving my master,” she informed Sylvia. “I like this new life so much better than the dead-end one I was living before. Does that make sense?”

Sylvia swallowed and nodded. “Yeah…” She agreed thoughtfully. “I guess it does…”

“I can’t speak for her, of course, but Mary probably feels the same way on some level,” Holly pointed out. “She’s not happy about what you did, because I mean, it was some really bad stuff. Transforming people against their will like that… but at the same time, because of you, she got to marry the person she loves. She’s happy now, and even though she might not want to admit it, it’s thanks in big part to you, you know?”

Holly’s smile was a little lopsided. She was well aware of how twisted it was, thanking Sylvia for something like this. “…But you still did bad stuff. And worse, you don’t feel bad about what you did, either.”

“But you just said, you and Mary are happy,” Sylvia pointed out, confused. “So that means it’s a good thing, right?”

Holly sighed and rubbed her temples. “Man, imagine me being the one who has to explain ethics to people…”

Nick actually laughed at that. “Yeah… I couldn’t imagine it,” he agreed.

“So… look, you’re kind of going from the perspective of ‘the ends justify the means’ right?” Holly pointed out. “Saying ‘it’s okay if I do something bad, because hey, it all turned out okay and everybody is happy’ right?”

Sylvia nodded. “It’s just logical to do things that way.”

“Okay, but that’s not okay,” Holly said, shaking her head. “Just because things worked out okay, it doesn’t mean that you still didn’t do a bad thing. Like… okay, let’s say, for a transformation, you brainwashed everybody to be completely, slavishly devoted to Nick, right? And they’d all be crawling over him, fawning over him, gazing up at him with desire in their eyes… then he’d take out his cock and things would get really wild… yeah… everybody would start drooling, and maybe even fight over who gets to suck it first… fuck, that sounds so hot…”

“Holly?” Nick cleared his throat, snapping her out of her delusion. She was starting to drool.

“What!? Oh… r-right. That’s a bad thing,” Holly said hastily, quickly wiping the saliva off her chin. “Sorry, I just got a little lost in the moment… okay, look, the point is, you could brainwash everybody to be happy about being slaves, but then… can you really then say everything turned out okay, because everybody is happy?”

Sylvia stared blankly at her. It was clear that Holly’s words were flowing off her like water off a duck’s back.

“Holly, just give it up,” Nick sighed, shaking his head. “She’s not going to get it. I don’t know if she can even process what’s wrong about what you’re saying.”

“No!” Sylvia objected. “I know it’s bad! Like… because your free will is getting stripped from you! You’re not really happy, you’re just **** to be happy about it! I get that!”

She stomped her foot and puffed up her cheeks. “Just because I got aged down, you don’t have to treat me like a child! Even when I… when I…” Her voice cracked slightly and the defiant expression drooped from her face. “Look, even when I had my powers… when I was the host… I still knew that it was better for you girls to figure out your feelings for Nick on your own.”

“With a little help of **** through **** and fear,” Nick snidely remarked.

Sylvia winced. “Well… happiness takes a bit of a push.”

“That’s exactly it, though,” he said, taking the reins from Holly. “Some people don’t WANT a push. They don’t want to be ‘****’ into your definition of happiness. They would be just fine on their own, without transformations adjusting their behavior or changing them physically. Sylvia… you’re human now, right?”

“…More or less,” Sylvia nodded. In every way that she could tell, she was human.

Nick walked over to her and flicked her on the forehead.

“Ow! Hey!” Sylvia rubbed the red mark he’d left on her forehead. But the second her hand dropped, he flicked her again. “Daddy, stop!”

“You don’t like it, do you?” Nick asked. “It’s not fun when someone doesn’t respect your bodily autonomy, is it? By flicking your forehead like that.”

“I…” Sylvia winced. “Daddy…”

Holly sighed. “Okay, master, I think you’re being a little too forceful here, but… yeah, Sylvia, that’s what I’m saying. Even if the end result is happily ever after, you’d be hard-pressed to find a lot of people who would be happy about the road to get there. Remember Gina?”

“Gina loves her transformations, though!” Sylvia pointed out.

“Yeah, now,” Holly replied. “But remember her first transformation? Where she was **** to wear all those clothes she didn’t like? She wasn’t a fan of that one, was she?”

Sylvia winced. “I-I guess not, no…”

“And it’s like that for a lot of people,” Holly continued. “Dani, for example. She hates like, what, half of her transformations at this point? And Dawn might not be complaining as loudly, but I bet she’s not exactly thrilled about having cat ears and a tail. It’s sure going to make going back to work as a professional pretty hard.”

“Well, she can always be Daddy’s kitty cat!” Sylvia offered with a cheerful smile. “I’m sure she’d be much happier that way!”

“Even if she would be, though, that’s not the point,” Nick replied. “It’s still not respecting what she wants. Don’t you get that? Just because a transformation might bring pleasure, or make someone happy, that isn’t enough. They have to want that, too.”

“Like I did,” Holly said. “I love the transformations I got, Sylvia. Really, I do. But honestly… sometimes, even I…”

She glanced at Nick, and sighed. “…Even I’m not sure if the old me would have been happy about it. I know… I know I was really repressed, and that you and master helped me shed that… but what if I didn’t have these Cuckquean transformations? I might have been able to find even more happiness, being with master as a woman should be. But I won’t know.”

Sylvia saw the troubled expression on Holly’s face, and a strange sensation she wasn’t used to washed over her. A murky feeling in her stomach that made her feel just… bad.

Was she feeling guilty? Ashamed? Was she actually empathizing over Holly’s plight?

“Grrrrggllleee…”

Sylvia placed her hand over her stomach. “Daddy, can we go get something to eat before we go shopping?” She asked. “My tummy’s rumbling…”

Nick sighed and nursed his forehead with his palm. “Sylvia, do you have to say it like that?” He groaned.

“Sorry, just teasing,” she said, sticking her tongue out. Then her expression turned serious, and she turned to Holly. “Holly… about what you said before…”

“Hmm?” Holly blinked.

“I just had a really good idea!” Sylvia said, her eyes shining with glee. “What if I vetoed your transformation? You know, the one where you’re a cuckquean who gets off to seeing Daddy with other women? Then you could have him to yourself for a little while, wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I, uh…” Holly’s mouth fell open and she stared incredulously at Sylvia. “I don’t think it works like that… does it?”

“Absolutely not.”

The trio jumped in surprise as Dakota appeared in their midst.

“M-mistress!” Sylvia’s eyes widened and she instinctively rushed to hide behind her Daddy. “What, uh… were you listening?”

“Of course I was,” Dakota purred, stroking her cane with a smirk on her face. But the glow of her golden eyes showed that she was far from pleased with what she’d been hearing. “And imagine my surprise… or lack thereof. Once again, it seems you insist on flouting the rules that I hold so dear… and you wonder why I turned you to sand.”

“Dakota…” Nick’s voice took on a warning tone. Every time he saw Dakota in her role as a host, he felt worse about what had just happened. He knew that deep down, she was still the girl he knew and loved, and yet…

It felt like that person was changing so much, in only a few hours.

“I-I didn’t, I… huh?” Sylvia fumbled for an explanation, not sure what to make of things. “Mistress, I just…”

“Your Fuck the Voters transformation only works on contestants,” Dakota said smoothly. “People who are already in the harem. Or the Auditionee, of course. Holly here… she might be Nick’s little pet, but that doesn’t mean you can change her as you like.”

She held up her cane, forcing the head of it into Sylvia’s face.

“Not anymore.”

“She was just suggesting it,” Holly said, coming to Sylvia’s aid. “It’s okay to speculate about stuff like this, right?”

“…Fair enough,” Dakota agreed, lowering her cane. Not before she looked over to Nick, though. He actually thought that was a good sign.

If she was still looking to him for approval, then maybe… maybe things wouldn’t be so bad, after all. Maybe he could actually reason with her.

He wasn’t going to try that now, though. Not while her emotions were so volatile.

“Mistress… did you come just to check on me?” Sylvia asked, her voice holding a lot more hope than it should have, given the circumstances. After all, she should know by now that Dakota didn’t care about her one bit.

But, ever the dutiful daughter, she continued to hope.

“Actually, I did,” Dakota smiled. “I wanted to come talk to you, Sylvia, because I wanted to bring you something.”

She held up a sheet of paper that Sylvia recognized all too well. She gasped.

“That’s my-!”

“Yes, this is a list of things you can purchase from the shop,” Dakota said. “Of course, the important details are on the back. Would you like to see what your special purchases are?”

She handed Sylvia the sheet, and Sylvia turned it over to take a look. Her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw written there.

• 1500 BP: Daddy Coupons – Contestant Sylvia will be granted a special coupon book containing 10 “Daddy Coupons” for different actions. She can cash in a coupon at any time, and Master Nick will grant her whatever request is written on them.
• 3000 BP: Chat Donations – Contestant Sylvia will once again get limited access to the audience chat, and can see a small portion of what they’re discussing. While no meta information will be provided, once per round the chat will be given a vote on something they’d like her to do. If she completes this task, she will receive a reward.
• 8000 BP: Freaky Friday – Each round, Contestant Sylvia will be given a special potion. Whichever Contestant drinks this potion will switch bodies with her for a 24-hour period. (NOTE: During this period, VP for sexual acts will not be given out to either Contestant. This effect will wear off upon the beginning of a challenge, if it has not already.)

Sylvia’s jaw dropped.

“What?” Holly stretched onto her tiptoes to try and get a look. “What does it say?”

Blushing, Sylvia handed the sheet over to the maid girl, whose eyes widened like saucers as she read what was written there.

“You get to swap bodies with somebody!?” She gasped.

“What!?” Nick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Dakota, you gave her the ability to trade bodies with someone else?!”

“Temporarily!” Sylvia pointed out, before he could get the wrong idea. “It’s only a temporary transformation, that’s all!”

“But still, it’s quite a boon,” Dakota nodded. “If you can save up enough for it, of course. But with the amount of BP you received from me, well… you’re almost halfway there.”

“That seems rife for **** though,” Holly said, trying not to think about how hot the possibilities were. “If she can take anybody’s body…”

“There’s an old saying,” Dakota smirked, “that to first understand a person, walk a mile in their shoes. What do you think, Sylvia? It might help you better understand what it means to be a person, like you claim you are.”

Sylvia shrunk back a little. “I-I mean…”

“Okay, and what exactly are these ‘Daddy Coupons’ huh?” Nick demanded, shoving the paper into Dakota’s face.

The dark-haired host shrugged. “Oh, you know, just regular Daddy-Daughter things. Coupons could be ‘Daddy Gives Me a Foot Rub’ or ‘Daddy Reads me a Bedtime Story’ you know, stuff like that.”

Nick narrowed his eyes. Somehow, he didn’t think that would be the limit.

“Why are you so determined to make this happen?” He demanded. “Sylvia isn’t my daughter. I-I don’t know what she is to me, but making her into my daughter? That’s twisted, Dakota. Come on, you’re not like that!”

A sour expression crossed Dakota’s face. “…You saw the things I did, back when I was the host before,” she said quietly. “You know that I’m exactly like that. And what about you? All the things you did with Gina, with Mary... this is where you draw the line? Seems rather rich, Nick. Is there a reason for that? Something you’re repressing, perhaps?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

Nick opened his mouth, but he couldn’t come up with any words to refute her. “That’s…”

Dakota shook her head. “The paths are determined by what matters most to a person. Things reflective of who they are.”

She glanced at Sylvia and raised her eyebrow. “…Well… almost a person, anyway.”

Sylvia bit her lip.

Nick could tell they were getting nowhere with this. “Well, fine then,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now that you’re here, you can tell me how the Pet Name transformation works. How can I change how she refers to me?”

Dakota batted her eyelashes coquettishly. “What? Don’t like being called ‘Daddy’ Nick? Even though thanks to your night with Mary, you might be a daddy very soon…”

Nick didn’t want to think about that right now. “Dakota…”

“Fine, fine, it’s very simple. Just come up with a pet name that you want her to call you, and I’ll approve it,” she relented.

“Just ‘Nick’ is fine.”

Dakota frowned and shook her head. “Now, now, you know it doesn’t work like that,” she chided him. “Like father like daughter I see, both of you are trying to flout the rules.”

Nick sighed. “Dakota…”

“It can’t be a derivative of your name, remember?” Dakota pointed out. “It’s right there, in the transformation.”

She called up a black screen to display the transformation parameters once again.

• Pet Name: Sylvia will no longer be able to refer to the master by his name. Instead, she will have a pet name that she must refer to him by at all times. The default name is set to “Daddy”. The master can change the pet name to whatever he would like, but he can’t change it to his real name, or any variation of that. (Daughter)

“See? No variation of your real name. Nick, Nicky, Nicholas, all of them are out of the question,” Dakota said, shaking her head. “Now, is there anything else you’d like?”

Nick wracked his brain trying to come up with something. He was supposed to be an author, how could he not come up with a viable substitute?!

“Ooh! I know!” Holly chirped. “How about ‘master’? That works, huh?”

Nick could just kiss her. While Sylvia calling him “Master” would still be weird, it wouldn’t be nearly as skeavy as calling him “Daddy”.

“Well, Dakota?” He asked, turning to his friend-turned-host. “That’s gotta work, right?”

“Mmmm… nope!” Dakota chirped, shaking her head again. The gleeful smile on her lips showed just how much she was loving this.

“What?! Why not?!” Nick demanded.

“Well, ‘Master’ is a title, it’s not a pet name,” Dakota said. “So… it doesn’t really count.”

“That’s just semantics!” Nick snapped.

Dakota shrugged. “It’s ‘just’ the rules.”

“What about ‘My Boy’ then?” Sylvia suggested suddenly. “I referred to Daddy by that all the time, does that work?”

Dakota shook her head again. Her smile widened. “No, no, it has to be something specific. You only have one ‘Daddy’ but in theory, every guy in the world could be referred to as ‘My Boy’ so it doesn’t fit the qualifications for a pet name, understand?”

Oh, Nick understood alright.

Dakota was going to bend over backwards coming up with whatever twisted loophole she could think of to keep Sylvia from calling him anything other than some humiliating and degrading variant of “Daddy”.

“What do you want from her, then?” Nick demanded. “What sort of name would be good enough to fit your standards?”

Dakota shrugged again. “It just has to be a pet name,” she replied, as if that answered anything. “Anything that a loving daughter might call her father.”

“And what exactly is that supposed to be!?” Nick exclaimed, quickly running out of patience. “What the hell fits the criteria of a name a loving daughter might call her father?!”

But he settled down the second he saw the twisted shadow creep across Dakota’s face.

“How would I know?” She asked, her voice low and venomous. “I didn’t have one, remember?”

Nick was stunned into silence, unable to formulate a reply as Dakota disappeared from the shopping district with a tap of her cane.