Atticus and Catty like it here and think Joy should too

“MONTHS!!??” My voice is both high pitched and loud as I can’t contain my surprise and dismay at such a thought.

The look on Atticus’ face says he didn’t expect me to have any objection. “Yes Joy, months. Look, what does your day consist of so far? You take care of your men, whether that’s Sterling or Bradley and Kylan. You have to maintain your house and this culture hasn’t made that easy or fast for women. You cook for your men and entertain them. In addition to these tasks, we need you to get a job at the library, get into the secured area, and find books that contain the information we need. Now, it’s been two days since we put that plan into place, and you haven’t even gotten out of the house. We need to build into our assumptions that women simply do not move quickly here. Your time is spent pleasing and being pleased.”

I lean forward, not liking where Atticus is going on this. “Atticus that’s all fine and good, but the delay has been because of that robot trainer. You can turn him off and I’ll be free of him. That will give me more time to get to the library and I’ll just find some way to get Bradley out of my life.”

Atticus shaking his head negatively isn’t a surprise as he was already so intent. Catty joining him though is worrying as I though she’d be as disturbed as me at a longer stay here. I couldn’t help but notice that when Atticus answered me, Catty had eyes just for him. “That wouldn’t work Joy. First, your AI teacher is reporting to your social worker. Mr. Devereux contacted me at work, and we discussed your acclimation to Mishigami society. He’s already concerned that you aren’t meshing well and that it means you need additional help. More help would mean you going to one of their inpatient treatment centers, negating any chance of you working at the library. No, Sterling has to stay. And more than that, you have to get with the program and dive into being a woman here.”

I stare at Atticus for several long moments, unable to believe what he’s asking of me. When I finally find my voice, I find that my natural tone isn’t nearly as assertive as I’d like it to be. “Atticus, you can’t possibly expect me to ‘dive into being a woman here’. This is awful for me. It’s tearing me apart. I mean… I can even see this culture changing you and Catty and neither of you have to adjust to a change in your gender!”

Atticus’s face transforms from his stern, telling-me-how-it’s-going-to-be look to a far more accommodating, I’m-here-to-help-you look. As he reaches out and pats my hand comfortingly, he says, “Joy, I know it looks like we’re adjusting better than you but it’s just not so. It’s very difficult for me at work as I have four women in my department. As one of the lead researchers there, I’m expected to keep them satisfied. I can only devote a few hours of my day to research as I have to stop and sexually satisfy these women repeatedly. Sometimes multiple women at the same time. Even at home, I’m having to help Catty. She’s adjusting to not being a researcher at all and I have to sexually satisfy her too. I’m going to get her one of these robots to help her out during the day. Surely, if you take a step back from this and look at what you need to do, you’ll see that you can enjoy yourself more than Catty or I.”

Looking from Atticus to Catty and back, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. They’ve both been taken in by this culture. Atticus just admitted to having a difficult time having sex with multiple partners throughout his day and Catty seemed to agree that her sexual needs were difficult to deal with. I finally look down at my hands and think to myself that I’m alone. I won’t be able to rely on Atticus or Catty outside of the most basic help. Knowing that if Atticus is indeed acclimating to this society, he’ll need to hear acceptance from me I take a deep breath, look back up into his eyes, and lie my little heart out, “You’re right Atticus. I’m sorry for being a burden. I’ll work better with Sterling and won’t complain if this takes longer than I thought.”

There isn’t much more to talk about and the remainder of the evening is spent listening to Atticus describe his work environment. Even though I’m sure she must have heard it before, Catty seems enraptured by his descriptions. After another hour, Atticus finally says he wants to get home. Catty practically jumps up and drags him out, clearly happy to be going home. It’s only once they’ve left that it strikes me. Catty was aroused and was looking forward to her time with Atticus.

While I clean up the kitchen, telling myself that it’s simply better to get it done now than possibly get punished by Sterling in the morning, I have to admit to myself that Catty’s mental transformation isn’t all that mysterious. She’s always been a professional woman and devoted to her work. Here, she’s allowed, ****, to let her hair down and focus on her own pleasure. Surely that must seem like the best vacation ever. The same goes for Atticus. He’s being recognized for his research already and is being given the respect, praise, and financial reward for it. In addition to that professional stroke to his ego, he’s being lauded as a sex god, not only being given the opportunity to have sex with multiple sexually attractive women but being expected to do so.

All this change after just four days here. How much could Catty and Atticus change if we were here for the months he assumes? Would they even want to go back then? No, I have to work quickly if I’m going to save myself, Atticus, Catty, and most importantly, our world.

Sleep, for the first time in a while, was difficult to attain for me. I tossed and turned in the bed for several hours before I realized what was bothering me. I was mildly aroused. The last two nights I was beyond sexually satisfied, I was wiped out. I refuse to do anything about it though, and instead roll over and eventually fall asleep.

I have several vague dreams where I’m running from men, all of which are attempting to have sex with me. Sterling’s voice, however, cuts through the dream and wakes me up, “Wake up girl, it’s time to start your day.”

Rolling over in bed I see Sterling stepping out of the bedroom and heading toward the kitchen. Remembering that I have to attend to him first, I get out of bed, use the bathroom, clean my face, pull my hair up into a passable bun, quickly put on some basic makeup, and slip into what I’m starting to think of as my housedress, although I’d have never considered a nearly transparent, feathered, sexy dress and robe as something to simply be worn around a house. Not for any woman I knew, and certainly not for me.

Once I’m in the kitchen I make Sterling breakfast, today consisting of biscuits with sausage gravy and freshly squeezed orange juice. It’s only once I have Sterling served and eating and I start looking forward to the tasks I need to complete before I can try to get to the library, do I realize I still have my learning aide inserted. It’s sat inside me all night and I’m growing so used to its presence that I didn’t even notice.

It serves as just another reminder on how I need to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

As Sterling is finishing up and I have almost everything cleaned, I remember what’s going to come next. Sexually pleasing me. Having sex as a woman is psychologically damaging to me, but I have to pick my battles. Even though I’m actually aroused and would appreciate an orgasm, I believe that associating the sexual acts with work instead of pleasure will better suit me in the long term. I have to close my eyes and literally swallow hard as I realize I’m talking myself into seducing my robot boyfriend into a blowjob.

With my mind made up, I work the magic that this culture in general and Sterling in particular has taught me. Walking up behind Sterling I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a series of kisses on his cheek, temple, and ear, ending by kissing and licking and even nibbling his earlobe. As my hand caresses its way down Sterling’s chest and belly and finally lands on the bulge in his shorts I whisper in a low and hopefully sultry voice, “Daddy, while you finish your breakfast, would you mind if I had some daddy breakfast of my own?”

Sterling spreads his legs wide in the chair and leans back, giving me a quick kiss as he smiles and winks knowingly. “You sure can babygirl!”

I move down to my hands and knees and crawl in front of Sterling. While there is only one action happening, there are two acts being played here. The first is all window dressing. It’s me trying to act like Sterling wants me to act. Me playing at being a sexy woman, wantonly desiring to please her boyfriend, not because he wants it but because SHE wants it. In that vein I try to keep my smile plastered onto my face. I make eye contact when I can, even as I slide down his shorts and underwear and start stroking his thickness to hardness. I make mewling little happy sounds as I kiss at his sack and shaft and thighs and just try to seem like there is nowhere else on earth that I’d rather be. The second act is all deception. I’m trying to get this over as quickly as possible. I know its already difficult as I’m not working on a real man, but I cut every corner that I can without ruining the first act. I kiss the underside of Sterling’s cockhead exactly three times along with two sloppy licks because four kisses and three licks would be more than needed to show my appreciation.

When he finally gets hard, I slide my lips down Sterling’s length and immediately go into his lessons from the other day. I find that Eileen and the learning aide seem to be fooled as they barely activate, telling me that I’m doing a good job. I even let Sterling slip into my throat several times in the vain hope that we’ll be able to forgo that particular intimate training. All told, I’m under the table for about fifteen minutes before Sterling is grunting, happily humping his hips upward and filling my mouth with his cum.

After I’ve swallowed it all down, letting Sterling see the last bit on my tongue before dramatically swallowing and showing him my now empty mouth, I clean up his now finished breakfast and finish cleaning the kitchen. Once I’m satisfied that my morning tasks are done, I head back to the bedroom and make myself ready for the day. A shower, a fresh shave of my legs, my skin care routine, makeup, hair, lingerie, another frilly 50s housewife dress with matching heels and pearl jewelry all in place later and I realize that Atticus was at least speaking some truth. My day was just now ready to get going and it was almost ten AM.

With a deep breath I head into the living room. My request to go to the library is stifled even before it gets to my mouth when I see Sterling, already naked, standing next to the mirror with the comforter spread out in front of it. The living room lights are dimmed, allowing the mirror’s light to be the primary illumination.

While every part of me wants to fight my way out of this, sneak my way out of this, or just run away from it, I comply with what’s expected of me. As I pull the dress up over my head and unhook my bra, I realize it’s from a mixture of wanting to butter Sterling up and agreeing with Atticus that I need to fit in better and make less waves.

Two hours later I again finished with sore knees, a sore back, and of course a sore throat. Watching my beautiful face go down on the fleshy dildo for that long, hearing my own voice moaning and gagging, has me almost on the edge of wanting to ask Sterling for sex. Afraid that he might sense my sexual frustration I again come to the same conclusion as I did this morning and ask Sterling to let me practice on him “just a little more daddy!” Sterling is more than happy enough to accommodate my half play acting promiscuous request and fuck my face for a good fifteen minutes before feeding me more of his cum.

Sterling puts my intimate lesson area back in order and gets dressed while I fix my makeup and apply new lipstick. When I return to the living room Sterling’s eyes flash blue and he says in his monotone mentoring voice “Joy, you’ve done well this morning. Please spend the day cleaning house and we can continue when I ‘return from work’.”

I have to stifle a giggle as Sterling moving in his mechanical mentoring way and performing air quotes around ‘return from work’ is just damned funny. But before he turns toward his charging station I step forward and place a hand on his chest. “Mr. Barron, I was hoping I could go to the library today. I know it’s only been a day, but I think I’m ready to head out into the world and get a job!”

Sterling stands still for a disturbingly long time but eventually says in his mentoring tone “That would be acceptable Joy. Your neurological enhancer will monitor your activities and assist you if needed. You may get dressed for your interview. Please remove your learning aide.”

I’m left speechless for several moments as I honestly didn’t expect to get out this quickly. Taking out the learning aide is an extra bonus. Smiling, I place my hands on Sterling’s chest and move up to give him a kiss even though he’s in mentor mode. I’m not sure if it’s just to keep the appearance of me being in full ‘girly girl’ mode or if I honestly feel that appreciative, but either way I say in a sweet voice “Thank you Mr. Barron. I won’t disappoint you!”

Returning to the bedroom I go right into the closet and start looking through the outfits. Halfway through my inspection, as I wonder what dress says ‘librarian’ more than the others, I notice there are new clothes available. I’m absolutely certain there were no skirts or tops before, but I now see a section dedicated to those. Refusing to get waylaid by how they got here, I move through the skirts. Eileen lets her selection speak loud and clear with a very pleasant buzz from my learning aide and a dose of dopamine when I touch the skirt. Pulling it out I see it’s a long but narrow black silk skirt that might go down to my calves. Folding it over my arm I move over to the tops and shiver as I’m informed which top is correct. Pulling it out I see a nearly see-through white blouse that will fit tight around my waist and breasts. It has a slight collar to it that will be open at the neck but no sleeves, leaving all of my arms, shoulders, and even arm pits on display.

When I have the learning aide out and the skirt and blouse on, I see that the skirt is as long as I thought but ends just below my knees and fits several inches above my belly button. It’s a look that I’m unaccustomed to but find quite appealing in the mirror. Spinning around in the strappy heels I found to go with it, I wonder if there should be side slits as my walking stride will be severely limited in this skirt. And even though the blouse covers up my breasts, giving me no cleavage for the first time since entering Mishigami, I believe my breasts are more on display than ever as they practically push through the material. The black bra that was selected doesn’t help as it shows clearly through the semi opaque blouse.

Sitting at the vanity I work through my makeup. Even without the learning aide, Eileen uses her abilities to punish me when I try for a professional look so I eventually put on a far more sexualized look than would seem appropriate for anything work related. With the glossy bright red lipstick and distinctive smokey bedroom eyes, I look more ready for a club than a library. I finish off with a simple ponytail and a black patent leather clutch purse that matches my shoes.

Looking in the mirror I see a mixture of professional and club that seems to personify women in this culture. With a deep sigh I head toward the front door, feeling that for the first time since getting here in Chicago I’m heading in the right direction.