Unfortunately, yes.

"Well shit," you utter as you pull up to the house. Not only is Nora home, but she is in the front yard. Your hopes of having time to set some kind of clever trap are dashed by the sight of your wife crouching in her front garden, pruning shears in hand, tending to her rose of Sharon bush. The sound of your car approaching draws her attention and she looks your way, ruining whatever chance you might have of passing the house the right by.

"Alright, babygirl," you say to Kelly, tensely. "We're going to have to play a game for a little while. We're both going to pretend that you aren't a slut. Like your still the regular girl that you used to be."

"Aww, but I was so boooooring back then," she pouts, slumping down in her seat.

"I know, but it's only going to be until we can train your mother. Then we'll have another fucktoy to play with. Can you do that for me?"

"Hmm...well if it will get me a mommy-slut than I guess I can try," she relents.

"That's my girl. Now as soon as I stop the car act upset and run straight to your room. Don't stop for mommy."

"Yes, Daddy."

Well, this is it. You steel yourself for what could be a very uncomfortable encounter.

You pull into the driveway and Kelly leaps out of the car, right on queue. You exit after her.

"Kelly, wait!" You reach a hand for her, playing the part of the caring father. Nora's surprise at seeing you arriving home so early, and with Kelly in tow, morphs into concern upon seeing the current state of her daughter. Kelly puts a hand to her face and turns on the waterworks, convulsing in fake sobs. You are surprised that her programming left her with the mental faculties to be such a convincing actress. That could come in handy later...

"What's wrong? And what are you wearing?!" She steps in front of Kelly to either console or confront her but gets pushed aside as Kelly rushes past her and to the front door of the house. The sight of her butt bouncing as her skirt flips up to reveal it with every step gives you a momentary thrill. Nora turns to you and you rip your eyes from your daughter's tight teenage ass. "What the hell was that? What's going on here?" she demands of you.

"She's going to be fine. It was a just...a really bad joke." You spare a silent word of thanks to your college self and his brief improv phase.

"A bad joke? What kind of bad joke ends with our daughter dressed like a hooker?" You can feel her anger start coming to a boil.

"She was out shopping with some friends and they pushed her into trying on something more revealing than her usual. Then they took her clothes and left her there dressed like...that. They left her phone, though. She called me to pick her up from the dressing room."

"Her friends did this to her? Who was it? I want names! And why would she call you? I could have made it to the mall twice as fast!" The mama bear in Nora was in full **** now. She was as gentle as a lamb...until anyone dared to harm her precious daughter.

"Probably because she knew you would react like this. And she'll be fine. You know how Kelly is. She doesn't handle attention well. It really wasn't that bad. We made it out of the mall with only 10 people seeing us. Maybe 12, at the very most. Besides, compared to some of the girls in that place Kelly might as well have been wearing a habit."

Nora is quiet for a moment. You take her hands in yours. They are trembling slightly. "Ok," she says, her voice lowered almost to a whisper. "Maybe you are right. I played my share of pranks when I was her age. I'll wait to see if she makes up with the girls. But if she's still upset tomorrow, I'm going to need those names, alright?"

"Absolutely." You pull her into a gentle kiss on the lips. You taste the salt of her sweat on her lips. Her face is covered in a fine sheen. "Wow, you are sweating bullets out here. I think you've earned yourself a break and a drink."

"Hmm, you know what? I think you're right."

You walk into the house, hand-in-hand. You hope that the heat of the midday sun serves as a reasonable excuse for your own perspiration. Your heart is racing at the thought of what is coming next. You enter the living room and Nora immediately drops herself sprawling onto the sofa.

"Don't bother getting up," you reassure her, "I'll go get that drink for you."

"Oh would you? How considerate," she teasingly acquiesces.

You make your way to the kitchen and retrieve the pitcher of sweet tea from the fridge before snatching your secret stash of high potency sleeping pills from where you hid them in the very back of the over loaded odds and ends drawer. You had them prescribed for you when the stress of your job had driven you to insomnia. It was almost funny looking back on just how much you had tortured yourself to try to excel in that prison. You had kept the pills a secret from Nora, not wanting her to see the effects of the sacrifices you made for her and Kelly. You shake out a couple pills and crush them, pouring the dust into a glass of ice before thoroughly mixing it into the sweet tea. Just one pill left you asleep for a full 8 hours, and you had built up a pretty good tolerance through heavy use. You didn't know what two pills will do to Nora, but it should serve.

"And here you are, madame." You return to the living room and serve up the beverage with an exaggerated bow.

"Oh, I am just so lucky to have you." She presses the sweating glass to her face.

"No, I think I'm the lucky one here." You eagerly watch as she puts the glass to her lips and takes a deep drink, quickly draining half of the glass.

"Ugh. Between you and the tea I think I've hit my sweetness threshold." She scrunches her face and sets the glass on the living room coffee table. The effect of the pills is almost immediate. Her shoulders slump and she relaxes in her seat. "Whoo," she exhales. "I must have over done it out there. I am. Wiped. Out." Her speech slows to a crawl.

"That's fine. Go ahead and nap. I'll go check on Kelly."

"Yeah. I might. I might do that. If I'm still asleep in an hour, wake me up." Her eyes close and her head falls back.

"Will do. I love you."

"Mmm. I love you, too," she mumbles. And with that, she was asleep.

It worked! Now everything was in place to begin her treatment. All you have to do is go tell Kelly to work whatever magic she gleaned from her own conditioning. Or is there something else that needs to be done before Nora's transformation?