Lynn's Day Out

Pita was showing Lynn, Heather, and Caroline around the first floor of the shop. First up had been the transformations. There were all the options that didn’t continue to the next round of TFs available to be purchased, plus a few extra for each contestant.

Pita was about to move on to the next area when Caroline voiced aloud a question that had mostly been for herself. “Why would anyone buy these for themselves?”

Pita turned around and beamed, “Well, some contestants feel they need a little something extra to appeal to the Master, or think an option is particularly useful. For instance, while they aren’t available to purchase, I’m sure Lynn here would be thrilled to buy Piper’s current transformation for herself. And maybe you would like to buy the transformation that came in second for Lynn. It would certainly be useful to know what your Master’s problems are.”

Pita started to move, then paused and, almost as an afterthought, said, “Oh, then of course someone else could buy one of these things for you, if they are one of the options that is more negative.” Pita moved towards the upgrades, but Caroline put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“Wait, others can buy things for us!?”

“Well, duh! You’re all competing.” Pita turned into a puff of smoke to reappear floating in the air, peering into Caroline’s ear. “Huh, it seems fine. I was told you’re a professor or something. Aren’t you supposed to be a smartypants or something? Anywho, on to the upgrades.”

Heather caught Caroline’s eye and tilted her head at Lynn, clearly worried. Caroline saw Lynn looking back at the transformation options with renewed interest after hearing she could buy them for the other contestants.

“Now, here is the upgrade kiosk, a little boring if you ask me. We used to have a showcase with girls showing off the various upgrades you could receive. Alas, inflation is a bitch sometimes. Unfortunately, you can’t know what you’ll get out of an upgrade ahead of time with our current system. Though there are several types of upgrades.”

Lynn tapped on the console and saw there was a list of the contestants and Zachary. She tapped Zachary’s name, curious to see what could be done here. There was only one option available for purchase, a Beneficial Upgrade. She tabbed back and selected her own name, finding the same option as Zach, but also: Random Upgrade, Severity Increase, Punishment Upgrade, Lewd Upgrade, and finally just Upgrade.”

Lynn asked, “Do these apply to a random transformation, or do we get to select the transformation?”

“You get to choose, though that only really matters if you are buying something for Xin or your Master at the moment.”

“Just wanted to check. I noticed the price was different for buying Zach an upgrade than it was for me to buy one for myself.”

“That’s correct, and while I didn’t actually hear a question there, that is intentional. So is the difference in price for buying yourself something versus another contestant. The exact price varies based on numerous things, including sales. OH, LUCKY YOU, LYNN! I’ve just been told by my producer that you have a fifty percent discount for the rest of the day on anything you buy to affect another contestant. It will also go away if you decide to buy something for yourself.”

Heather was terrified when she heard that. A feeling that got worse when she saw Lynn smirk for a moment when their eyes met. Shit, shit, shit, shit! Caroline put a hand on Heather’s shoulder to calm her.

Caroline then told Lynn, “Don’t even think about it, Lynn. I swear if —”

Lynn started laughing at Caroline, then retorted, “Oh, that’s rich. Caroline, I suppose I didn’t make things clear with you earlier. I don’t like you either. And threatening me? What do you think will happen to you when Zach finds out about it? Plus, I could always buy something for you, and get double my value as long as it’s physical, so that it affects Piper too.”

Heather pulled Caroline back and quietly said, “She has more BP than you as well, even without the sale. Don’t get into this with her right now. Not unless she actually buys something. If she does, then we can involve Zachary ourselves.”

Caroline nodded unhappily.

Lynn continued to smirk at both of them. “Oh? Did you both realize that, of the contestants, I’m the only one that Zach actively likes? That fucking with me is a recipe for getting eliminated? Good because I’ll happily take out the trash for Zach if you give me cause to.”

Caroline was about to retort, but Heather squeezed down on her shoulder to stop her.

Heather asked, “Lynn, what do I need to do for you to not try to screw me over?”

“That’s easy. Do exactly what Delilah expects of you. Serve Zach, like you should have done in the first place. Also, if you try to turn him against me, I will end you. Capiche?”

Heather nodded.

Lynn turned to Pita and said with a smile, “Can you continue the tour?”

Pita beamed, “OF COURSE! It’s always refreshing to find a kindred spirit who understands the pleasure of properly serving her Master. Though if you do need to end that horribly naughty girl right there, this next section might just be what you’re looking for.”

Pita floated over to a large section with many rows of items. “I present to you the SABOTAGES! Look here, a poison that makes it impossible to climax, duration varies.” Pita held up a little vial with a clear liquid inside. “OH, and this is great! Watch!” Pita picked up an arm binder and tossed it at Heater.

Heather caught it on instinct to prevent it from hitting her face, which caused it to activate. The next second, her arms were **** together behind her back, restrained in the arm binder.

“Perfect to punish bad girls. Just throw it at them and BLAMO! Watch as their arms are stuck behind them.”

Heather yelled at Pita, “GET THIS OFF OF ME!”

Pita smirked, “I had every intention of doing that before you yelled at me. Instead, I can leave it on until you leave. Since I fear you might get violent and try to hit me if I took it off now.” Pita used a mockingly fearful voice to tease Heather more.

Lynn slung her arm around Pita’s shoulder again, “I KNEW I would like you! Now I do have a question about sabotages. Say I buy one and secretly use it on Heather here.” Heather glared menacingly at Lynn. “Hypothetically speaking, of course. Wouldn’t that just paint a target on my back if everyone can see that I spent BP and no one else did?”

“OH! Such a very good question! Let me fix that!” Pita pulled out a scroll and a quill. She made some quick edits, scratching certain things out while adding in some places. “And DONE! There, BP Scores will no longer be visible except to yourself and the audience.”

Heather sighed and turned to Caroline, “I think I’m going to go. We found out what we initially came for, and it isn’t like it matters to me what is available here, since I can’t buy anything without Zach’s permission, which he won’t give for anything I’d consider buying. Also, this armbinder is extremely uncomfortable.”

Caroline nodded, “Okay, call if you need me.” Caroline hugged Heather. Then Heather walked away from the three of them.

When Caroline turned around, she saw Lynn face her with arms crossed, “You’re not going to leave me alone all day, are you?”

“Not if I can help it. What’s your problem with me anyway?”

“You mean besides being the reason that Zachary met that cheating skank? You abused your power over Zach to deny him a significant career opportunity, just so your daughter could have it and not have to feel uncomfortable. Don’t even pretend you couldn’t have had Piper’s schedule altered so she wouldn’t end up in Zach’s classes.”

“Have you considered that he could have been expelled?”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. Especially since there was no evidence that he did anything wrong, besides pure conjecture. Not to mention my dad is a very well-connected lawyer. He would have sued the school into the ground if they had even attempted to punish Zachary with such flimsy excuses. And don’t pretend you did this for his benefit. You did it for Piper, plain and simple. Hmm…” Lynn stared at Caroline in contemplation. Zach could use that protectiveness. So could his children. Caroline becoming a fierce momma bear could have its advantages.

“You’re thinking about how to fit me into a niche for Zachary, aren’t you?”

“So what if I am?”

Caroline pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Lynn, why do you need to be so adversarial with us? Wouldn’t it be better, more beneficial to Zachary if we all got along?”

“Maybe… maybe not,” Lynn said, getting close to Caroline. “Besides, our priorities are different. That’s ultimately why we likely won’t get along.” Lynn then turned back to Pita. “Is there a booth or something where we could discuss purchases in private? I don’t need nosy busy bodies hovering over my shoulder.”

“Alas, no.” Pita shook her head.

“Then, as much as I would love to see all the sex toys, Pita, I think I’m going to head to lunch a little early, as I have a busy afternoon scheduled.”

“Okay!” Pita flew over and hugged Lynn. “I’ll see you later!”

Lynn left the store with Caroline following closely after.

Lynn found her shadow annoying. She had tried to close the elevator to lose her, but no luck there. The two ate in silence, with Lynn regularly glaring at Caroline. Eventually, it was time for Lynn to head to her salon appointment.

When she arrived, she found Pita waiting for her. “HI HI! So glad to see you again! Please head right on inside and have a seat in any of the available chairs.”

Lynn strode on in, and Caroline made to follow her, but Pita flew in her way. “Sorry, but you don’t have an appointment. No appointment. No entry.”

Caroline frowned, “How do I get an appointment?”

“Oh, I can fit you in right now, but it will cost you 500 BP.”

Caroline considered, I don’t see any other way out of the salon… then again, coming here was mandatory for Lynn to avoid a penalty. Not sure I want to pay for such a treatment.

Caroline shook her head. “No, thank you, I’m good. I’ll wait for Lynn out here.”

Pita seemed genuinely perplexed by that, “Okay, suit yourself.” Then muttered under her breath, “A hag like you could use a beauty treatment.”

Pita floated into the salon to take care of Lynn. As the door shut behind her, Caroline went ahead and sat down in a nearby chair. Then the salon vanished before her eyes, and where there was once a door, a simple wall took its place. “What the?” Caroline moved to the wall to feel it, and it seemed no different than the rest of the wall. A moment later, a new door appeared in front of her with a sign that read, ‘Hu-Cow Emporium: For all your MOOking needs’. Caroline was mortified at the display window that showed her with a cow’s tail and ears, and a set of horns, in a cow-print bikini that was restraining much larger and lactating breasts.

Caroline was tempted to go inside and give the store owner a piece of her mind, but realized it was likely to be Delilah or Pita, or maybe that ghost butler, and there would be no benefit to doing so. She took in a deep breath, then walked back towards the elevator. I just hope that Lynn won’t have time to go back to the shop afterwards.

Pita beamed, “So excited to have you here. I even took care of that pesky hag stalking you. No need to thank me. As you said before, we’re going to get along swimmingly. Now, Lynn darling, please take a seat.”

Lynn saw several fancy-looking pink salon chairs with a bunch of attachments set at intervals throughout the room. Since they all looked the same, she just picked the closest one. Once she was seated, the chair immediately locked her wrists and ankles into place, then began to recline slightly. “Pita, what’s the meaning of this!” Lynn exclaimed as she struggled to get free.

“Oh, those are for your safety so you don’t move while the machine does its work. Don’t worry, you’ll look like a whole new person when we’re through with you here.” Pita started to press some buttons on the back of the chair, causing a few beeps. “There we go, all set for the basic skin routine. Oh, don’t worry about the dress, we have spares.”

“What are you talking about?” Lynn asked, while what looked like some sort of laser device came down from the ceiling, and shot her dress, causing it to atomize. “AH!”

“No need to worry, just relax and let the machine do its job. I’ll be right back with the stuff for your hair and face.”

An electronic voice said, “Please remain still, or further restraints may be necessary.” The laser then started firing at her in rapid succession slowly removing all hair growing below her neck. She felt something begin to file down her toenails and fingernails.

Lynn shut her eyes and tried to relax. Okay, not the worst. Lynn occasionally flinched from the laser’s heat. Less painful than a wax, and the mani-pedi is typical, if not weird, because of the restraints.

After several minutes, Pita came back. “Oh, so glad you were able to get comfortable. So many start freaking out with the laser, we had to add restraints. Now I see you chose the refined lady program. While the chair continues getting rid of all that awful body hair and makes sure your nails are flawless, let us continue with the hair that is pretty, and get a facial going. I’ve loaded the requested program so it will take care of your makeup, washing and styling your hair, and a few other things. So just keep on enjoying your time here.” Pita lowered a helmet onto Lynn’s head that seemed to suck in her hair. Lynn then saw that it was closing some sort of face mask on her and tried to protest, but couldn’t move her lips as the helmet began its work.

Lynn was getting anxious, as she couldn’t see or hear anything, but could still feel the machine working away at her body hair and nails. She could feel the tug on her hair and felt moisture reach her scalp, as something began massaging it. Pita’s voice played through a speaker in the helmet. “Please try to relax, I promise you all of this has been designed to make you appeal to your Master better. The program was designed to appeal to at least one of his fetishes.”

Lynn relaxed slightly. Okay, that’s good. I’ll just let this happen, then, if it will make Zach more interested in me. Wait… if that’s the case, wouldn’t that mean he also is interested in a **** slut, and a nerdy girl next door? Well, Piper can be the latter one, I guess Melinda could fill the role of slut. Then again, Xin has that innocent girl next door vibe too… so many choices.

Soothing music began to play as images started to flash before her eyes. Eyes that she found she couldn’t close. Images of women, no, ladies flashed before Lynn’s eyes. All wore elegant, refined dresses, none much shorter than knee length. While some dresses were sexy, it was through tantalizing the viewer instead of being outright revealing. Many wore gloves of one form or another. Their makeup was flawless, as was their hair.

A thought began to creep into Lynn’s mind. I need to emulate this. I need to be a proper lady. I need to be a good girl who listens to her man and takes care of her appearance. While listening to Zachary had always been something Lynn cared about, outside of catering to Zach’s tastes, her appearance never really mattered to her. Why should other people’s opinions, who weren’t Zachary, affect what she chose to wear? Except for her dad, of course, but that’s because he was useful, both for money and to help protect Zachary. He was likely the only other man besides Zachary that she cared about.

Around ninety minutes later, the helmet came off, as did the restraints. The chair had rendered her entire body devoid of hair below the neck, and as she ran her fingers along her skin, it felt incredibly soft and smooth, if a little sensitive. Pita pressed a button, and the laser was replaced by a large full-body mirror. “Don’t you just look stunning. Now for the finishing touches, an outfit is in the back for you to change into, but take your time to appreciate your new appearance.”

Lynn looked over her body. Damn, do I look good! Lynn noticed that the machine had apparently removed all her blemishes as well. Her eyebrows had been plucked and smoothed, and some cream had made her face practically glow. Her lips had ruby red lipstick, but when she touched them, she didn’t feel like she had any lipstick on. Is this permanent?

Seeing Lynn touch her lips, Pita said, “No, it isn’t permanent. Very durable though. Should last the rest of the round and free up some time for you to do other things. Oh, I almost forgot, open your mouth.”

Lynn complied because that’s what a good girl would do. Pita sprayed some aerosol substance into Lynn’s mouth, causing her to cough slightly.

“What was that?” Lynn asked and immediately figured it out, as her voice seemed smoother and sultrier. “This isn’t permanent, either, right?”

“One dose isn’t.” Pita placed the small spray bottle in Lynn’s hand. “If you decide you like it, just keep using the spray. Compliments on the house for being such a good and cooperative young lady.” Pita smiled, with a slight hint of something wicked behind it.

The thing that was most striking to Lynn was her hair. It seemed more voluminous and silky. It came down to the middle of her back instead of her shoulders, like before. Finally, instead of her strawberry blonde hair of before, it was now red and blonde with red tips.

Lynn got up and went to the changing room, Pita had indicated, not seeming to mind the imp seeing her naked. She found a black floor-length evening gown with matching satin gloves. It had a long slit up one side showing a healthy amount of thigh. I thought it would have been the earlier dress. Odd… but it’s beautiful. Lynn just stared at it for a moment and imagined an evening out with Zachary, seducing him, and being taken in this dress. She slipped on the lingerie provided, then the dress. Lastly were a pair of four-inch stiletto heels.

Lynn stepped out of the changing room and practically purred with her new voice, “So… how do I look?”

Pita let out a little growl while clawing the air, “Rawr! You’ll absolutely knock him dead. Now, for your etiquette training. Just go through those doors, and you’ll find Jarvis waiting for you?”

“Wait, I thought those doors led to the hallway?”

“Oh no. As I said, I got rid of the hag stalking you. These rooms are wherever they are needed to be.”

“In that case, can I make a request?”

“You can make it, but whether or not I can grant it is another story entirely.”

“When I leave my etiquette lessons at 5 pm, could you arrange for the doors to let me out at the BP store, since I don’t have very long before dinner?”

“Hmm… that’s not a big request. Okay. If Jeffries says you’ve worked hard to become a proper lady, I can arrange that. Have fun learning how to better serve your Master!” With that, Pita vanished in a puff of smoke.

Lynn walked out of the salon into a large, ornate dining hall and ballroom. Several crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, and her ghost butler waited for her at the end of the long dining table.

Lynn smiled at the butler. “Greetings, Jeffries.”

Jeffries seemed unimpressed. He adjusted his monocle as he looked over Lynn, slowly circling her. He then pulled out a spectral pocket watch and checked the time. “Adequate, I suppose. Your outfit is more revealing than a refined lady from my time would wear, alas, falling standards. At least it appeals to a man’s sensibilities without being gauche. Your greeting was pedestrian, and we must fix that. You are also a full two and a half minutes early. A proper lady is on time, or fashionably late, but never keeps her man waiting, nor does she arrive early, as that makes her seem overly keen.”

Jeffries then summoned a cane and used it as a means to correct other things, without directly touching her. He pushed it into the small of her back. “A proper lady stands up straight.” He then tilted Lynn’s chin up. “Keep your chin up, but not so much as to be pretentious and certainly not high enough to be seen as believing you are above your man.”

“These seem rather antiquated ideas of being a lady. When are you from, like, the year 800?”

Jefferies raised his cane to shut Lynn’s mouth. “A lady should also know better than to question her betters.” Then, with a sigh, knowing if he didn’t answer the question preemptively that she would talk out of turn again, “Yes, I am one of your betters, even if I’m condemned to this hell. I might serve you for now, but I’m not your servant. I have the discretion to punish you and teach you. You will show me respect. Not the respect of your Master but of at least your instructor, while we have these lessons. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes.” Jefferies adjusted his monocle, clearly expecting a more complete response. Lynn bit back the retort she wanted to give and instead said, “Yes, Instructor Jefferies.”

Jefferies seemed to consider her response. Then nodded in approval. “While not what I wanted, it was a tactful way of declining to address me in a way I believe you wish to reserve for Master Blackstone, while still showing me respect. Very good, Lady Bowen. Please have a seat, and we shall continue the lesson. I’m surprisingly hopeful that I can make a proper Lady out of you yet.”

Lynn smirked as she sat down, which Jefferies immediately corrected both the way she sat and the fact that she smirked, as if she had gotten one over on him. Lynn realized it was going to be a long lesson.

Lynn stepped out of the dining hall, back straight and chin high, because otherwise Jefferies would scold her more. As soon as the doors disappeared behind her, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

She found herself at the BP store. Guess I passed then. Lynn found a bench to sit down on. Even exhausted, she started absentmindedly correcting her posture as she sat. Dear God, I’m going to hear his voice correcting me on what being a proper lady is in my sleep. Lynn let the facade break as she just leaned back fully and stared up at the ceiling. Who cares how you hold a fork and with which hand? Or the angle you tip your glass to drink from it. At least the dance etiquette had an actual purpose. Lynn just sat there for a while, eyes closed, recovering.

She heard someone approach her and furrowed her brow in annoyance. “Caroline, I don’t want to hear it.”

It wasn’t Caroline who replied. “Um… sorry, not Caroline.” Lynn opened her eyes, finding Melinda in front of her, in a low-cut, short-skirt nurse’s outfit. Melinda nervously sat down next to Lynn. Lynn glared daggers at Melinda but didn’t move to leave either. “I’d like your help.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… oh you’re serious. Why should I even consider it?”

“I talked with Zachary. I don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. I know what I’d like to happen and fear what is likely to happen.”

“Still waiting to hear a reason I should help you.”

“Lynn, I know I wronged Zachary. I’m willing to accept the consequences of that being some form of punishment. I told him as much, too. I just don’t want to be eliminated. Do you want me to beg? Grovel at your feet or his? Just tell me. I’d like to earn forgiveness and build something with Zachary, since it seems we’re stuck with each other. I’ll settle for mercy, though. You said you’d consider helping me. What’s the price?”

“Hmm… that’s a good question. What to do with you.” Lynn stood and appraised Melinda’s new curves. I could make you his pain slut. It would be fitting, but not sure I want him indulging in that sort of ****. Even if it might be cathartic. Then there’s the free use aspect and humiliation target. That has promise… “Melinda, I was told earlier today that I have a fifty percent discount for anything I buy someone else. You want my help? Then you will accept whatever I choose to buy for you, and you buy something for me as well. What do you say, do we have a deal?” Lynn extended a hand to Melinda.

Melinda hesitated. “Maybe. I’d like some clarity first. Are you saying you can buy whatever you want and inflict it on me for the whole show? And what does your help entail?”

“No, not the whole show. Just today, I can spend any or all my BP to mould you however I like. You will spend your BP however I like. As for what my help entails, so long as you remain contrite and willing to make things up to Zach, you’ll have my general support. If Zach is being stubborn and refusing to even listen to you, I’ll try to persuade him to give you a chance. I won’t simply be trying to get him to forgive you for expediency. You’ll have to actually earn that. But I’ll advocate for you with Zachary. I’ll also put you third after myself to help in challenges instead of last.”

“I’m currently last? I thought Heather was higher on your shit list.”

“Oh, she is. She’s already showing that she can be a good little bitch, though.”

“Fine, do your worst.”

Lynn smirked, “I just might.” Lynn extended her hand again, “Shake on it. I don’t want to hear any complaining about what I select, either.”

Melinda hesitated again and shook Lynn’s hand, “Agreed, but only before you buy them. I’m free to complain about their effects when they actually happen to me.”

“Fair. Now let’s go shopping. I’ll introduce you to Pita.”

Lynn dragged Melinda towards what she assumed would be an awful time. Melinda thought, I hope this wasn’t a mistake.