Hearts out of sync

Of course, the biggest difference to a week ago was the amount of time Jesse and his fellow classmates spent completely detached from control over their own emotional states. Many many hours were spent ‘fine-tuning’ the new technology in their collars, adjusting the levels to which they could be driven giddy with joy or utterly overcome with despair. The actual ‘lessons’ that were wholly dedicated to this were actually not so bad… It was funny how quick you adapted to your superiors having just another level of control over you. Yet it was the more subtle effects that really started to play on the edge of Jesse’s mind: Feeling his eyes well up in the middle of the afternoon for no particular reason and wondering if it was just a genuine outpouring of his inner turmoil; only to look around and see the same glisten in all of his companions as well.

He had felt the effects of a complete overwrite as well. Brief periods where your mind went blank and suddenly you felt like you were watching your own existence from the back seat of a cinema. Watching some ghostly silhouette of someone else sidle into the front row and begin reacting to the events on the screen louder and more genuinely than you could ever dare. The slutwives didn’t like to discuss those instances, even amongst themselves. They were still rare, for the moment, as if the scientists were wary of losing something in the exchange. In the corridors though, every student had begun looking at Beth in a new light, suddenly coming to understand a lot more about things that had never been explained to them.

That thin, freshly-feminised creature herself however, had really started coming into her own. Where those around her seemed to be struggling and faltering with all the changes within the order of their lives and emotional makeup of themselves, she only grew more solid and confident. Her, Lizzy and Jesse had been selected to escort Mr Carter to lunch that very day, where they had met John and Miranda for another round of the Heirs Insurant fawning over how meteoric their idol’s rise had been. Jesse had had to sit in Derrick’s lap and watch while the couple he was supposedly the ‘favourite’ of, played games with the other two instead.

“So she’s effectively fucking herself? How delightfully sordid!” Had been the line that stood out the most, spoken in Miranda’s usual glee for the taboo. Confirming everything that the sissy had long suspected, but been locked behind closed doors in the new Stanfield’s Academy.

In graceful obedience he had watched his two friends who were in fact one, make love to each other. While feeling the cock of the man responsible twitch and throb inside his own rectum. Worst of all, he had seen the acceptance in both their eyes: that this was the new normal and really no greater challenge than anything else that had been demanded of their submissive, commoditised selves. For weeks he had watched the pair of them shudder and avoid each other and not really understood why. Yet now it was all out in the open, and happening to everyone… They had come to terms with it. Surrendered yet another layer of who and what they were, just as their masters and society and the Algorithm had taught them to. They were one mind and two bodies and possibly only half a soul, all dedicated only to the purpose that had been set before them. Tools of masturbation for those deemed worthy to use them. Jesse saw all of this and kept his little hips bobbing, knowing full well that if and when the time came that it was him in that position: He would do exactly the same as well.

Back in the present the little femboy suddenly realised he was out of cocks to suck. The last and most lowly of the R and D staff had squeezed every bit of use out of him, and into him, that they could. Knowing that he was a sex-toy above their station… or at least should have been, in the old order of things. As they clambered out and off in the direction of the changing rooms, Jesse realised he was alone. Lizzy, Beth and the other Stanfield students must have wandered away one by one as the strangers they were there to entertain began to run out of stamina. Just a few short weeks ago, being the last one standing with a queue of customers waiting specifically to get their turn with him would have been a bump of secret pride for a sissy slutwife. Something to idly boast to the others around their lockers the next day. Today though… as his heartbeat began to slow down from its exertions and the subtle chill of the water felt like it was pulling heat from his work-worn limbs… There seemed little left to take pride in, within himself or all he’d gone through. All that effort he’d put in to changing himself into a nearly perfect erotic plaything, seemed to be gurgling away like the drains at the side of the pool. One ripple among many, unnoticed amongst the ever-replenishing whole.

Jesse lay on his back and just floated, for a while. Letting the water hold him and lap around his trailing limbs. Somewhere in the distance, someone turned off the lights; presumably unaware he was still there at all. The darkness wasn’t complete: there were still dirty, smudged skylights high above, and the gentle, blinking reflections of the LED’s on the side of his collar.