Her master registers her.

Jojo watches as her master registers her. She eyes the phone in his pocket. Maybe... she could take it. It might be locked though. But... it might remember her.

Surreptitiously she hugged her master and took out his phone from his jacket pocket. “Master can I powder my nose,” she asked. He grunted assent and she turned about and skipped happily off to the little girls room. There was one for Z-girls. Weird.

She powered the phone up. It still recognised her! The app was still open. She couldn’t read but fortunately there were pictographs. Edit? This was confusing. There was a symbol that looked like a microphone. She stepped into a cubicle and closed the door. Then she pressed the microphone. “Z Z chromosome girls are smart and are able to read.” She pressed the done button and what she hoped was enter. The screen swam and she could read it. “Oh thank god!”

She had the phone back and could use it. Now too-

The cubicle opened and her master regarded her disapprovingly. “Jojo... you know you only get an hour of screen time a day. I’m very disappointed in you. You’ll have to be punished. I’m confiscating your phone for a week. And if you fail to place because of your disobedience you’ll be banned for good...” he pockets the phone.

Jojo feels regret and shame. “Sorry Master. I ... I was naughty.” She agrees.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Don’t think you’re forgiven or this is over. I don’t want to spank you now as the marks will show. But when we get home...” he warned.

Jojo swallowed and looked up at him. She felt intimidated and... aroused. The idea of getting her just deserts was very... sweet. At least she didn’t feel so dumb now. But it had been simpler and easier before she realised. She followed her master out.