Virginia has a petgirl fetish

"So Virginia, do you want to tell everyone about your secret fetish?"

Virginia paled as she realized I knew about her 'longtime' fantasies.

Virginia had been an ardent feminist up to this point, and I didn't change that at all. Her memories just got tweaked a little.

"Do you think it's time you told the family why you've really been wearing collars all the time?" Virginia fingered her new blue collar around her neck, touching the heart shaped tag that she now remembered telling everyone was just an 'ironic' statement. 'Its an expression of the patriarchy's oppression!' she remembered shouting.

Her clothing shifted to a white Baby-T and denim short-shorts, and her underwear disappeared. Conflicting desires welled up in her; the desire to show she could be her own woman and take care of herself, and the unspoken need for someone to control her. To own her. "I, I don't know. Everyone will think it's weird." She hesitated, and instead of giving her a push, I decided to see if she would make the leap herself. It's always delicious when they do that.

"You guys know how I said... I said I wanted a dog, right? After Misty died? And Mom said no, that she didn't want to deal with it? Well, I loved Misty, and I loved how she could just, ya know, live carefree. She didn't have to make any decisions for herself, she could just, I dunno, Be. I didn't realize it, but that spoke to me. I wanted to be able to be that way, but I know it's wrong. I know I'm supposed to be strong and independent. But I can't help it. I don't ever feel sure of myself when I'm by myself. I, I LIKE when someone is watching over me. It makes me feel safe."

"Go on, Virginia," I said. She was right at the cusp.

"I, I want to be taken care of, even, owned. I want to be a pet." She blushed and was now obviously turned on.

I looked over at Catherine as everyone stared at Virginia in shock over her 'revelation'.