The Color of Submission

Thankfully, Time doesn't put up a fight when I ask her to get dressed before we head downstairs. She simply pops out of existence, then reappears a moment later with the outfit she was wearing earlier today back on her body. As sure as I am that she would have no issue going around naked for the rest of the day, I'd prefer to play it safe if we're going to go out where someone else could see us, even if it is just my parents.

Speaking of my parents, they are almost certainly up by now. That stream Time and I watched was a few hours, so it's about noon now, which is more than enough time for both of them to get out of bed and start their days. That means I need to be on guard if I'm going to head downstairs. Their typical nastiness is always likely to show up whenever they see me, but there's also the fact that I still have no idea what Luck did to either of them. That means I need to be even more careful.

Well, I can't just stand around. If I want lunch, I'm going to have to go down sooner or later, and Time seems eager to get something to eat. I take a deep breath before heading out of my room, with the supernatural redhead following closely behind.

We make it to the kitchen without any hassle and begin looking through the available options to eat. As I open up the fridge and poke my head inside, I suddenly hear the distinct sound on high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I feel a chill run up my spine as the sound gets closer and closer. Oh god. I'd recognize that sound anywhere... Without even looking, I can tell my mother Melinda is walking this way. She always did prefer those especially tall heels.

Technically, I suppose Alana could be wearing Melinda's shoes, but I highly doubt that. Every time I've seen Alana since she turned into a woman, I'm pretty sure she's had on flats. And that makes sense. She may be in the body of a woman now, but that doesn't mean she's had years of practice walking in heels. Though I'll admit, the idea of her stumbling around in platform shoes is an amusing visual.

Anyway, the idea of dealing with Melinda right now is not an appealing one. It's been a few days since the incident I had with her, but the image still hasn't left my mind. Her pushing me up against the wall, about ready to tear off my clothes, her scent pouring into my nostrils...

NO! Quit it, Kyle! She's your mom! I was so confident I didn't want anything to do with my parents sexually before, but now... ugh, I'm just so confused. What is wrong with me? I know Luck said my recent sexual experiences are the cause of it, but is that really true? Have I always been attracted to Melinda and just needed a push to realize it? I'm not sure anymore. All I know is that if she tried to pin me down again, I probably wouldn't be able to escape from her again. And more importantly, I'm not sure if I'd even want to...

I slowly pull my head out of the fridge, and as expected, Melinda is the one who walks by, though interestingly, she's not dressed how I would have thought she would be. Rather than a dress, she's wearing a deep blue swimsuit with a towel slung over her shoulder. She must be planning to go for a swim today, though I'm not sure if I've ever seen her in that brightly colored bathing suit. Oh yeah. Did I mention we have a pool in our backyard? I didn't really think it was all that important, since I've never been allowed to use it for some reason, but it does exist. Anyway, she's clearly headed towards the back door, but she stops short when she sees me in the kitchen.

And then I see it. A look in her eyes. All it takes is that look for me to know this isn't the Melinda I grew up with. She's changed again. And yet... something about her is different from last time. There's some kind of... something in her gaze, but it's not the same passionate lust she had a few days ago. Then suddenly, as I'm trying to figure out what's going through her head, she doesn't something I never would have seen coming:

She drops her towel, letting it fall to the floor as she places both of her hands behind her head, as if she's preparing for me to inspect her.

"Please forgive me, Master. I thought you had left the house. If I had known you were still here, I would have come sooner. How may I serve you?"

D... did she... did she just call me...

"Master?" I whisper in disbelief.

"Of course. You are my Master, and I live to please you. I can't believe I was foolish enough to think I wanted to go swimming when I could have been here serving you. I promise I won't let it happen again, Master," Melinda says, her gaze angled down toward my feet.

What did Luck do to my mom? This is so different compared to how she was last time. I mean, first she thinks we're lovers, and now she considers herself to be my ****? Talk about some tonal whiplash. And I don't think I've ever seen Melinda look so docile before. I associate her with being so dominant and assertive, so the thought of her bowing to anyone is unthinkable, let alone to me.

"Time? Do you know what's going on right now?" I look behind me at the redhead who currently has a graham cracker in her mouth. She just tilts her head and raises and eyebrow at me as she continues to snack on the small bit of food she found. "Right. All-knowing. Got it."

I turn back to my mother before cautiously taking a step towards her. The blonde woman doesn't move a muscle as I approach, her eyes remaining fixed on the ground in front of her. As I get closer, I can't help but be drawn to the low cut of her swimsuit, practically begging for anyone and everyone to stare at her tits. God, I could so easily reach out and touch them right now. Would she even try to stop me? Presumably not, right? I mean, there's no way she isn't aware that I'm ogling her right now, and yet, she hasn't shown any sign of discomfort. And it's not like a **** would deny her Master of-

Shit. I'm doing it again, aren't I? I need to get away from this woman before I do something I'll regret...

"Uh... Mom? I can still call you 'Mom,' right?" I ask her as I circle around her.

"Whatever pleases you, Master," Melinda responds without hesitation.

Why does hearing her say that turn me on a little? Maybe it's just the idea of having full control over someone who once seemed so intimidating. Alright, Kyle. Stay focused.

"Right..." I say as I finish my revolution around my mother's body, looking at her downcast eyes and pillow-y lips. It takes me another second of staring to come up with an idea for how I can give myself a moment to think. "Hey, you'll do anything I say, right? Do you think you could make lunch for me and my friend? I need to talk to her alone for a minute."

Hearing my request causes Melinda to perk up.

"Of course, Master! It would be my honor to make something for you and your friend! I'll get started right away," she tells me.

And just like that, her arms drop back to her side as she walks into the kitchen and begins pulling out ingredients. Every move she makes seems incredibly calculated, as if she's doing her best to do everything as efficiently as possible. However, she's still making sure to do things properly, not just rushing through to finish the task as fast as possible. She's completely laser-focused, as if nothing else in the world exist other than the sights and sounds required to accomplish her goal. Honestly, it's kind of a lot to watch. So instead, I turn towards Time and gesture for her to follow me, to which she simply nods.

Seeing Melinda's revealing outfit has suddenly given me a desire to go outside, so I slip out the door to the backyard, leaving my mother to happily cook inside. I'm about to hold the door open for Time, when I see the nerdy girl has already appeared in a chair by the pool.

"That was certainly something, wasn't it?" Time asks with a smile as she looks over at me.

"That's one way to describe it..." I say as I join her by the pool, trying to get the image out of my mind. "I just wish Luck wasn't busy so she could explain what's going on."

"I can explain it to you if you want!" Time eagerly volunteers.

"You... you can? I thought you said you promised Luck not to tell me her secrets."

"That was mainly just about her surprise for later today. She technically didn't say anything about me explaining the stuff she's already done to the people in your life," Time says as she glances away and fidgets, making me wonder if Luck would actually appreciate Time giving stuff away. "I mean, as long as you can tell me the basic stuff like you normally do with her, it's probably fine, right?"

I can tell based on the way Time is talking that she's trying to convince herself just as much as she's trying to convince me. She probably just wants another opportunity to flex her knowledge about something. I guess she's even more proud of her intelligence than I initially thought. But hey, if it gives me a chance to figure out what's going on with my mom, I'll take it. Hopefully, Luck won't be too mad at us. I'll just trust that Luck and Time really are close enough that everything will be fine.

"Okay... the only problem is that I'm not entirely sure I know the basics," I admit as I try to think. "I mean, I know that a few days ago, my mom was obsessed with seducing me, and now, she seems completely subservient to me. She never would have made me food if I told her to before, I can tell you that for sure."

"Come on. You can figure it out," Time encourages me. "Surely there's something else you noticed that your mother has been doing that's been unusual. Something she never used to do, and that's she's only done these past two times her personality has changed. Maybe something involving her appearance..."

My god, Time. You really want me to figure this out, don't you? Do you love explaining things to people that much? Luck has never been this heavy-handed with the hints.

Let's see... something else that's been different about Melinda the two times she's acted weird. Something to do with her appearance. I do my best to envision both events in my mind. As soon as I do, I immediately start to regret that decision, as I'm reminded of the shameless amount of cleavage she had on display both times, which causes a slight response in my pants. Could that be what Time is talking about? Probably not. Trying to put that thought out of my mind, I continue wracking my brain. Then, I suddenly remember something that stuck out in my mind about both occasions:

"Could it have something to do with... color?" I pose out loud. "My mom has always been known for wearing dull greys and browns. Even though she likes to look good, her overall style can come off as a bit boring. But both times she's taken on new personalities, she was wearing much more vibrant colors."

"There you go! I knew you could figure it out!" Time cheer as she claps for me. "That's it! Melinda's personality changes based on the color of clothing she wears! According to Luck, she had so many different ideas for ways to transform your mother, this was her way of trying to work all of them in to a single concept. I believe she referred to it as 'Colorful Personality.' A bit on the nose, but I think it works, all things considered."

"Well, that certainly explains why she ended up with two personalities that seem so vastly different from one another," I say as I once again go through the information I already know. "So I'm guessing that means the color red makes her a love-struck romantic, while blue makes her an obedient servant. I don't suppose you'd be willing to tell me what other colors do, would you?"

"Sorry, but that's definitely more than Luck would want you to know. I think you'll just have to learn the identity associated with each color as they come up," Time replies. Yeah, I figured she'd say that...

"So my mother's entire disposition is going to be based on whatever she feels like putting on in the morning from now on? Seems like that could get chaotic pretty quickly."

"You're a smart guy. I'm sure you can figure out some way to get her to wear what you want, when you want after you figure out how each color works," Time says confidently as she leans back in her chair. "Oh, and don't worry about her old personality. If you even want her to go back to normal, she will anytime she puts on her usual greys or browns. Although, Luck told me she also messed with her sense of fashion, so she's prefers to wear bright colors now. She's apparently also more inclined to mix things up regularly to ensure each version of her can get a chance to shine, so keep that in mind."

"Hmm..." I hum as I think. "I guess this explains her sudden interest in shopping..."

"Yeah, she's still working on rebuilding her closet," Time confirms. "In fact, according to her itinerary, she's planning another shopping trip tomorrow morning."

Does Time really not have enough to do that she finds going through people's personal schedules to be an engaging activity? Well, whatever. At least now, I finally know how Mom's transformation works. That should make it much easier to know what to expect from her. It also means that I now know to avoid her at all cost if she's wearing the color red.

As we wrap up our discussion, Melinda comes out with two plates, each with a freshly-made burger and some chips. She quickly makes her way across the back patio before setting down the plates on a small table next to us. As soon as she does, she kneels down on the concrete, which I can't imagine is very comfortable position.

"I'm sorry for the wait, Master. I wasn't sure where the two of you went," she apologizes as she looks at the ground in front of me just like she did inside.

"Uh... that's alright, Mom. There wasn't a time limit or anything," I respond. It's quickly becoming clear to me that I wasn't really made to be someone's Master. Maybe it's a role people grow into?

"Thank you for your generosity, Master. If there is anything else you need, please let me know," Melinda says, bowing slightly as she speaks.

At first, I assume that means she's about to go back inside, but I quickly realize that's not the case, as she continues to kneel beside my chair as I pick up my plate and start to eat. It's a little off-putting having her next to me while trying to enjoy my lunch, but there's also something kind of enjoyable about it, so I decide to just let her stay there.

As I've mentioned before, my mother isn't a fantastic cook or anything, but I have to admit, she outdid herself on these burgers. Perhaps the extra devotion she has to me in her current state made her work harder to ensure the food was better than normal. Plus, it doesn't hurt that I didn't have to do it myself. One thing's for sure though, and that's that Time certainly seems to like it. When I look over at her, she's already taken multiple big bites out of her burger and appears incredible content with the experience. She also doesn't hide the fact that she's openly staring at my mother's curvy body, which isn't all that surprising at this point. At least she's enjoying herself.

As I work on my meal, I can't help but wonder what the other parts of this "Colorful Personality" thing entail. How will she act while wearing yellow? Or green? How many different personas are we even talking about? There are so many things to consider, but I won't know any of them until I get more experience. While that thought makes me somewhat nervous, there is also a part of me deep down that can't help but be a little excited to see what kind of outfit she'll try on next.

"There you two are! I was wondering where you ended up!"

Time and I turn around in our chairs to see Luck standing by the back door. As always, the busty brunette has a big grin plastered on her face, though somehow, she seems even more excited than usual, which is pretty impressive.

"Luck! Oh man, you won't believe how much fun Kyle and I have had while you were gone!" Time exclaims which causes Luck to giggle. I have to say, there is something cute about hearing Time tell her best friend how much she liked hanging out with me.

"I can tell. You've certainly made use of her," Luck notes as she points to Melinda, who is still on her knees. "But you can tell me all about it later. Right now, you have to come with me! I finally finished the big surprise I've been working on, and I can't wait any longer for you guys to see it! Come on!"

Before either of us have a chance to react, Luck runs over and grabs both myself and Time and begins dragging us into the house. As she does, Melinda gives me a concerned look.

"Would you like me to come with you, Master?" She asks, though she doesn't move, clearly waiting for my instructions first.

"Uh, no, that's okay. Why don't you clean up our plates, and then just go for that swim you were planning to take earlier," I suggest as Luck continues to pull me along.

"Yes, Master. That's an excellent idea. I need to keep myself in shape in order to please you in every way you desire, after all," she cracks a soft smile before jumping to her feet and picking up the empty plates on the table.

Hearing that causes me to audibly gulp as I picture my mother keeping her body toned for me.

"Kyle!" Luck cries in a whiny tone. "There will be time to fantasize about your hot mom later. Come on!"

"Wait, I didn't... I mean I wasn't... uh..." I stutter.

"We know you were thinking about her sexy body just now," Time adds as she lets Luck lead her towards the house. "It's super obvious from the look on your face. But you should probably focus on what Luck wants to show you for right now. She has been putting a ton of time into it after all. And I'm really interested to see the final product myself!"

I don't know which is more bizarre, the fact that Luck and Time would prefer I didn't do something sexual with my mom right now, or the fact that I'm kind of disappointed to leave her. God, what have these two done to me? Whatever. I'll try to put it out of my mind for now.

But that just begs the question: what could have Luck so excited that she'd so desperately try to tear me away from one of the women she's tried so hard to set me up with? I couldn't even begin to guess. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little worried about it. Well, I suppose I'll see soon enough...