Flocked

You watch the woman come out of processing. She opens her eyes and grins.

“I understand everything, now.”

She looks over at you.

“Thank you so much for preventing my escape. What is your name?”

You grin at her. “I’m Erin.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Erin. If there is anything I can do for you, just ask. I’m Heather.”

“I’m just happy to help make you a better person.”

“Not just me. My daughter is the leader of an anti-processing group…So pathetically misguided.”

Heather looks over at the big breasted blonde.

“Do you have anything here that could help me?”

“Of course! It’s my job to help the flock’s newest members. Take this necklace and wear it with pride.” She hands Heather the familiar silver necklace that decorates your neck. “And, take this pill. Drop it in your daughter’s drink and bring her over. Lastly, this is a card for a plastic surgeon. A little help on your breasts and you’ll be a credit to the flock.”

Heather giggles. “Thank you!”

You grin. “So Heather, want to come party with us?”

“Why not? I haven’t been to party in years.”

The four of you get in the Mustang. You park and head for the party.