Quite a surprise.

As she stepped out of the shower, Jenn reflected on her day. She had been through a lot, including being several completely different people. She'd gotten high for the first time, had sex with a woman for the first time, and been both a genius and a moron. And now she was exactly what this guy Neil wanted. As far as she could tell, that basically meant she was completely obedient to him.

She looked over the other two as they toweled off. Now that Neil didn't want them fucking, she had no attraction to either of them. They both had great bodies, but so did she. One of them noticed her attention and grinned. "We look pretty good now, right? Good thing Neil knows what he likes."

"He sure does! I wonder what this surprise is. Whatever it is, it seems like it's gonna make him happy so I can't wait to see it."

The other two nodded in agreement as they walked out to the living room naked. Neil was waiting, holding some kind of device in his hand. It was a small white band with a clasp, and he moved to put it around her neck. Before she could respond, she felt a weird sensation in her head that stopped her. She looked at Neil, then the other two. They were staring at her with shocked expressions, but she didn't really mind. Then Neil put another collar on one of them and she changed immediately.

She instantly shrunk several inches. Her hair became medium-length and brown and her face contracted, her sculpted cheekbones and delicate nose giving way to a round, mousy countenance. Her expression immediately dulled, as must have Jenn's. Neil administered the final collar and the third girl underwent an identical transformation. They were all now wearing nondescript jeans and t-shirts with ordinary running shoes and all three were looking at one another without much interest.

"Ok, girls," Neil said with a rehearsed straightforwardness. "You may be feeling a little strange. These collars I gave you - they're designed for people in your condition. Think of them as projecting a field of desire. The trouble with people's desires is that they're always changing. If we're going to work together, I'll need some level of consistency. These not only block out other people's desires, they have their own built-in 'ideal' that they keep you rooted in."

The girls didn't react, but Neil continued. "Your current form is extremely docile and manageable. You'll be able to blend in publicly if need be, but otherwise you're pretty much an empty vessel. You see, I work for a very secretive organization that lets people like you reach their fullest potential. Of course, your fullest potential being to sexually serve very wealthy people."

Jenn heard all of this but didn't really care. She realized that hours ago this would have been a fate worse than ****, but right now she just waited patiently. Neil was apparently done, because he sat down and pulled out his phone to wait for whomever he had been talking to. They stood mutely for several minutes until a knock came at the door.

Neil opened it and a young man in a suit came in and looked them over. His hair was stringy and he looked young but tired, like a college student with a hangover. He grunted and handed Neil a clipboard. Neil signed it and waved him on. He took Jenn by the hand and directed her out of the house. She followed wordlessly, unconcerned with the world around her. As she left, Neil gave her a swat on the ass that made her jump slightly. "Thanks for the good times," he said.

"You're welcome," she replied tonelessly as the stranger guided her out the door and into a small van he had parked in the driveway. Soon the other two were sitting beside her and they were on the road.