First day as a pet (Mackenzie's perspective)

I was pretty disoriented when I woke up. I felt like I was sitting, and there was a thick arm around my shoulders. Had I brought home a guy last night? But why were we on the couch instead of my bed?

When I opened my eyes and saw Craig's face I remembered what happened the previous night. I had stopped being a person, at least in the eyes of the law. Lea and her boyfriend had tried to comfort me, and I'd fallen asleep in his arms. As it all came back to me I got embarassed and wanted to get up, but I also didn't. I felt so safe with him holding me, despite being tall and muscular he was a real sweetheart.

I was spared the decision of whether to extract myself from his embrace or sink deeper into it when Lea entered the room. "Come on guys, you need to get up. Food's on the table."

Craig woke with a grumble, figured out where he was, and gently pushed me up before standing himself. His clothes were all wrinkled, as were mine I realized when I looked down.

I wanted to get changed, but the offer of breakfast was too tempting. So I simply smoothed out my shirt with my hands, thanked Lea, and followed her to the kitchen. Craig did the same after rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

While we chowed down on warm oatmeal with sugar and fresh raspberries, my favorite breakfast, Lea scanned through the new regulations on her wrist projector. Fortunately there weren't that many yet, but I knew more would come over time. For now, the most intrusive rules I had to follow were that I that I couldn't be in public alone and wasn't allowed to speak.

"Obviously we're not going to enforce that," Craig said when he heard the last one. "But you better be careful if we're near any bots outside."

Finally, Lea read off one more rule. "It says you need to wear something tight when we register you, so you can be measured."

"I guess that's fine?" I said as I emptied my bowl. I usually prefer to wear bulky clothes to decrease the number of men staring at me when I go outside, though I get a fair number of looks no matter what I wear. I'm tall for a woman, almost a head taller than Lea and only an inch shorter than Craig, who is himself a big guy. Combine that with my wide hips and annoyingly large tits plus an unruly mane of bright yellow hair, and people take notice.

It wasn't until I went through my closet that I realized how much my tendency to bundle up was going to be a problem. Apart from my sweaters and pullovers I had a few dresses for occasions when I'm willing to show myself off, but the only tight clothes I had were the exercise clothes I wear when I work out at home. That outfit was a pair of stretchy shorts and a top made of the same material, which held my tits snugly so they wouldn't bounce too much while I ran on the treadmill but left my stomach bare.

None of Lea's clothes would fit me either, so the only choice I had here was which color I wanted to wear. I opted for blue, got dressed, and returned to the living room.

Craig had changed too, I saw when I got there. He was wearing jeans and a graphic t-shirt, total retro look. Leah meanwhile was in a very modern dress, yellow with black polka dots and lots of jagged angles. Her short black hair was braided into a high ponytail, while mine flowed past my shoulders as usual.

I put on my sneakers and left the flat, Craig and Lea walking close to me on either side like they were protecting me. Not really necessary, but I appreciated the gesture. Since the nearest registration center had been set up just a block away we decided to walk there.

When we got to the old building there were already a dozen blondes waiting with their friends, or maybe family members, their soon-to-be owners in any case. Almost everyone looked either scared or depressed, while a few were just angry. Nobody was talking.

We joined the crowd in silence and waited for our turn to go in. After half an hour a rolling guide droid lead us inside and to a room where a human greeted us from the other side of a transparent barrier.

"Morning," the bureaucrat said in a bored voice. "Which of you is registering as the owner of this blonde?"

"I am," Lea said curtly. "Leanne Armstrong. My boyfriend Craig Invictus will be her secondary owner. Her name is Mackenzie McLaren."

The man nodded. "Please have her take her shoes off and step into the measuring booth."

I do understand English, you know, I thought to myself in annoyance and took my shoes off without waiting for Lea to pass on the request. Then I stepped into the measuring booth, which was really just an open cage covered with various sensors, and waited for it to map my body and scan for any medical issues I might have.

After the booth chimed to indicate it had finished its scans, I got out and slipped back into my sneakers.

The man nodded when I was by Lea's side again. "Alright, that's all the information we need. Will you opt for a tracking implant in case your pet runs away?"

I couldn't hold my tongue when I heard that. "What? I don't need an implant, I'm not going to run away!"

He raised an eyebrow. "You know pets aren't allowed to talk, right?" he asked, still addressing Lea. The bastard's actually enjoying this isn't he? Damn bureaucrats, only people who go along with the Council's orders by choice.

"That doesn't go into effect until the registration is complete," Lea defended me with a glower.

"Which it now is," the man said. "So about the implant?"

Seeing that I was trembling as I stared at the bureaucrat, Craig wrapped an arm around me and growled at him. "She doesn't need an any damn implants. And since her registration is complete, I think we're done here. Unless there's something else you need from us, we're leaving."

The intimidated clerk shook his head, and Craig turned to walk out with me. His arm was still on me, his hand on my side with his fingers touching the skin of my abdomen. A second later Lea appeared on my other side and took my hand.

We probably got quite a few stares as we walked home like that, not that I would know since my eyes were glued to the ground the whole way.