Changes to body and mind and more

Let's make the first change.

LunaCee is a good online handle, but it's not a name. I could open your file, your whole life, and remind myself of your name. But that's such a mundane display of dominance. It's nothing compared to the power and pleasure of reprogramming your malleable mind. But it's so much more convenient if you have a name.

That's why you're "Elle" now. Every member of your family and every acquaintance knows it. Every file shows it. We've made the change. We've altered the records and the people. Just the first step in how we're altering you.

Don't worry, Elle, you have a little slack on the leash of subliminal control. Elle can be short for something, it can be a middle-name you prefer to use, it can even be an initial, an 'L'. Whatever your subconscious prefers. And you're going to be allowed just a little doubt, a just out-of-grasp recollection, that maybe it wasn't always this way. Because that's the first way I'm getting off on this.

The second change is going to be bigger. It's already happened, you just haven't been allowed to notice it. Commanded by subliminal messages, and concealed from you the same way.

Your body has been changed.

The Illuminati’s control of your flesh is not as total as our enslavement of your and everyone else’s mind, but it is enough. You haven't wasted lockdown. You'll remember the truth now.

Three months on a careful diet, craving kale instead of greasy burgers or takeaway. You've been eating right. Which means enough fat to keep your tits and ass. You’ve been moisturising and pampering. Your pale skin is smooth and unblemished. And all that time you seem to have lost in lockdown, all the time that just seems to have unaccountably dribbled away each day? You've been working out. Squats, pelvic thrusts, and bridges. If it'll make you a hotter, better fuck then you've found the time to do it ten, twenty, a hundred times in one workout. You’ve built up more fucking energy and stamina than an Energizer bunny.

But I've been saving the biggest change for last.

You are a lesbian now.

You are whatever the reprogramming wants you to be, remember? Free and independent? Naturally meek and submissive? Dominant and practice it? Straight, bi, or lesbian? None of that matters. You are whatever the reprogramming wants you to be.

The images and text that have been pouring in flashes into your unresisting mind, through your eyes and directly into your subconscious, most of it was girl-on-girl fucking. You’ve been told to love it, to lust for it, so you do. You're still a virgin; that's one of the reasons I’ve granted your wish to lose control. But if you ever craved cock, and I didn't care enough to check, then that's gone. The only sex you want tonight, or any time, is to fuck and be fucked by women.

But as with your name, Elle, your subconscious has been allowed a little leeway. Maybe you've now always been gay, in which case we are generously going to do some more altering of your family and acquaintances. Or maybe tonight is going to be the culmination of your trip out of the closet and into another woman’s cunt. You’re even going to be allowed to have your own type (blonde? brunette? MILF? butch? femme?) so long as you realise I will be running this sex-show.

But there is going to be one more little twist to your wet dreams. Besides how vivid they’ll be and how often they’ll come. You haven’t had one woman yet. But you’re going to find one is never enough. You want lesbian threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. Orgies of tits, feminine asses, and wet pussies.

And the Illuminati and our subliminals will ensure you get it.

You’re almost finished now. Sit and stare with those unblinking eyes with their dark blue rimmed irises, and never be able to remember this chapter’s existence or its instructions. Move on only when you have accepted your reprogramming completely and irrevocably.

You’re Elle, you’re hot, and your going to fuck some women tonight.