Enforcing Rules

Sitting down on his bed John looked at himself, he looked ridiculous in the string bikini. The hair on his legs, chest and arms, not to mention how it looked like his dick was one wrong move from slipping free. Pulling his foot up John unclasped the tiny buckle on one of the heels, surprised he didn’t break an ankle getting up to his room, but more than happy to take it off. As he did though Hanna’s voice came over the speaker. “Trixie you must be wearing footwear at all times, please put your shoe back on.”

“Hanna, you want me to put this back on?” He said holding up the pink heeled sandal he had just removed. “Because it isn’t mine, I’m not Trixie and there is no way I’m going to put this on or any pair of high heels.”

“Trixie, due to parental lock on your account I am unable to adjust your name. If you would like to be called Beatrix, Miss Bell, Miss Bea, Bea, Trixie, or Miss Trixie, I will submit the request. Currently you are sharing a wardrobe with your older sister, I have put in a request for your desire to have your own high heeled shoes. Lastly, due to current household rules you may not go around barefoot. Please put your shoe back on.”

This glitchy machine had completely lost it and John wasn’t going to take it anymore. He tossed the heel at the speaker in the wall, missing it completely from his lack of athletic prowess. Unbuckling the other shoe, he pulled his foot free before moving over to the chair by his desk, reaching behind himself he was finally able to pull the bikini top free. The bottoms would be next, but that could wait till he logged into his account and fixed this issue. Last thing he wanted was to tell Hanna to give him more clothes and to get something else from his sister's closet. “Do I even look like a Trixie to you stupid machine?”

“Trixie, you look like yourself. You have been warned to put your footwear back on, but I must also warn you that you are not in compliance with another household rule for you. You may not go around naked; it is improper for a girl to walk around her house without something to cover her chest.”

Sitting down at his chair John tapped his chest as he glared at the speaker. “Girls have tits, do you see big tits on my chest Hanna?” He let out a sigh as he pulled up the manual interface for the Home Automated Neighborhood Networked Assistant. It showed four accounts, the first two were grayed out Alden Bell his father, Gisela Bell, his mother. The options that available to select were Adelaid Bell and Beatrix Bell. John’s fingers moved to the screen, his fingers flexing individually his frustration before selecting Beatrix Bell. That name, that was the first thing he was going to correct.

His index finger tapped the screen, but instead of opening the profile an error came on the screen. “Account locked with parental controls, only an admin may open profile.” John squinted at the screen and tapped it a few more times, each tap becoming more rapid and erratic. He was an admin. “Hanna! I am an admin let me into this account!”

“In correct, user Trixie does not currently have any admin privileges. Trixie, please put back on the articles of clothes you removed and your shoes. This is the final warning.”

“Final warning my ass.” John said in frustration before deciding to click on his sister's profile, giving a different error message, for the same result of not getting in. “User Trixie does not have permission to open any other users accounts. '' Angry at the machine he clicked his sisters and his own misnamed account rapidly before slumping back in his chair. The same errors coming on the screen each time, till the last one. “Multiple attentions have been logged for user Trixie trying to access accounts. A log has been sent to the active administrator.”

He let out a breath and slumped forward to put his head on the cold surface of his desk. If he stayed like this much longer he was going to freeze, so it looked like he was going to have to wrap himself in his blanket and bite the bullet to call his father. John knew he already had little trust in him, so maybe it would be better to call mom he rationalized. His father hated that he couldn’t hold down a job, but he doubted his old man would enjoy flipping burgers and having entitled customers yelling in your face for minimum wage. His old manager wasn’t bad but had a saying. “If corporate is paying you minimum wage that means they would pay you less if they were allowed.” It felt like the truth, and he wasn’t going to let people yell at him just to prove he could hold down a job for his dad.

Then there were the times he got caught getting into his dad's liquid cabinet before they came here and the thing was locked away like everything else. House of the future in a community of the future his parents said, but he was hating it. The only good thing about here was his car, a light blue nineteen seventy two Ford Ranchero, that once belonged to his grandfather and his girlfriend Sasha. Sasha Sa’id was an amazing person and he felt lucky to have her in his life. She was one of the smartest people he knew, and didn’t know how pretty she actually was. John laid there with his head down thinking of the pretty girl, looking into her mascara covered brown eyes behind her glasses when he felt something, somethings latched around his biceps, torso and ankles before lifting him into the air.

While this was going on inside Dell sat on the white sun chair, looking at the beautiful landscape of their backyard. When you first came outside you were on the well made railed deck with a grill attached to the house, a white and glass outdoor table and four chairs around it. Della was in one of the two white sun chairs. If you opened the gate, you could go down a few steps to either the zero entry pool. The pool itself wasn’t massive, but the no steps for the zero entry was something she loved. Or you could go out into the backyard proper, lush green grass, a row of bushes against the fence and a tall tree in the back corner that held a well-maintained rope and wood swing. She was loving this house and while she had no idea what was happening with Hanna, she was loving the chance to embarrass her big brother.

“So, did you see the videos?” She said with a smile as she absentmindedly played with braided long red hair. “Della, please explain to me what I am looking at and why you sent them to me. I was just about to get in my car and then I see a photo of John in a pink string bikini and what are those five inch heels? And then you sent me a video of him, please, please tell me that isn’t John with his lips pressed to some dark haired sluts face and his hand on her breast under her shirt!” Della listened with a smile to her brother's girlfriend Sasha be furious and at the same time desperately wanting to be wrong with what she saw.

“Sorry Sasha, that is all real, the video keeps going for a minute more, but from what I understand a lot more happened after that. You are like this super smart amazing person, and I totally want us to still be friends, but my brother is like a douche. He doesn’t deserve you, and yeah that photo of him in my bikini is real. The computer put him in my bathing suit and I am not sure how, but I suddenly have admin powers and I may have changed his name in the system to Trixie. Think of that as a little payback for you.” The last part wasn’t done for that reason, but she really did want to stay friends with John’s college age girlfriend and still wanted her to come over so she could both mock him and break up with the shit.

“Well, I am still coming over, I have to…” Della heard Sasha pause as she worked up the courage to say what she knew had to happen. “I have to end it and… that photo of him is going everywhere. I will see you soon. Bye Della and thank you for showing me his true colors.”

Getting up from her chair Della stretched and moved her sunglasses up to her hair as she went inside. Glancing down at her phone she saw a few messages that Hanna had sent while she was on the phone.

H.A.N.N.A.: User Trixie wishes to update her name but has not chosen a name from selected options.

H.A.N.N.A.: User Trixie would like her own high heels

H.A.N.N.A.: User Trixie would like larger breasts

H.A.N.N.A.: User Trixie has been trying to access other users accounts

“Well that is a lot of information…” Della wasn’t sure what to do with that, but it was funny. “Hanna, please update your name on my phone so it looks like a normal name without all those periods and please only send things like this to umm me. Can you do that and not send them to my parents?”

“Name has been updated in your mobile device. Administrator logs generated for Trixie will only be sent to user Della, but all administrators are able to view logs through the system interface at any time.”

The cool air from the house hit her as she came in and started to head to the stairs to see what Trixie was up to. “Time to see what my little sister is up to.” She thought, happy beyond belief at her fortune. Not only did she get to mess with the arrogant man child, somehow she got put in charge and the best part was that unless he called them they weren’t going to find out. Getting closer to her brother's door she could hear yelling from inside, so she picked up her pace and flung the door open. Hoping he wasn’t talking to Sasha on the phone and ruining her plans, but what she saw astounded her and scared her a little.

Suspended in the air was her brother, mechanical arms had come out of the ceiling, one wall and the floor to hold him in the air as they tied the back of the bikini top and buckled her five inch pink heeled sandals onto his feet. “LET ME GO NOW OR ELSE!” John bellowed his desire and threat he had no way to back up. “Trixie, please refrain from removing your clothes and shoes. A message has been sent to the admin of your threats.” Hanna’s voice said as it lowered John down to his heeled feet.

“Geeze, take a chill pill sis. With the way you are acting, maybe take a few.” John almost fell over in the unfamiliar footwear as he turned to look at his sister. He was boiling mad, but stopped when the window in the wall that led down to the kitchen opened with a glass of water and a little paper cup with two pills inside. “What is that!?”

Hearing the current admin tell her little sister to take her chill pills had Hanna look up online that a chill pill was something said to get someone to calm down. She looked through the current medication inventory and found a bottle of medication that was made to do just that, but it was under the name Jessica. Jessica was the name of Trixie’s profile before it was updated, so Trixie processed the admin’s order to deliver the medication. The pill bottles label said one refill available and reached out over the network to the local pharmacy to find the prescription had been moved to another location. With only a few pills left Hanna did as she was programmed to anticipate her users' needs and edited the profile in the pharmacy's computer. Updating Jessica’s name to Beatrix and put in an order for delivery of the pills so that user Trixie would not run out of her medication. She was listed as needing to take one pill in the morning and one in the evening, but with Della the current admin saying she needed to take more than one. Hanna updated the pharmacy's records to take two in the morning and two in the evening.

“These are your chill pills, please take your medication.” John’s eyes bugged out as he looked at the little container with pills, then looked his sister in the eye. “What the fuck?”