No, but nothing Jane can't fix

"Wake up you little bitch!" Jane gave the girl a kick in the midsection. You winced. A green glow washed over the girl's body, and she awoke with a coughing fit. Jane's callous attitude towards the wellbeing of people was very concerning.

"I'm sorry Master, I wasn't able to breathe with your cock-"

"Enough excuses! Jeez, this girl. Maybe I should just turn you into a pig?"

"Jane, you said she was to be mine. I would prefer a girl than a farm animal!" You hastily said. Jane looked like she was about to snap her fingers to transform poor Emily.

"Fine. Have fun! Don't hold back, okay? If she breaks again, just let me know and I'll fix her up again."

"S-sure. No problemo."

The rest of the school day passed without another incident, if only because Jane disappeared halfway through the first class and never came back. You breathed a sigh of relief as you packed your belongings to go home. Beside you, a girl waited silently. It was Emily.

"Oh right, you. Why don't you go back home?"

"Yes. I will return with Master."

"No, I mean your home."

"I do not have a home. I belong to you, Master. I am more than happy to be always by your side."

You squeezed your temples to quell the coming headache. Jane's appeared to be omnipotent, so wouldn't it be best you accepted her whims? It was already the greatest blessing she was on your side. Deciding there was no other recourse for the moment, you allow Emily to follow you home.

"Welcome to your new home, I suppose," you said, openly eyeing the beautiful girl that was now your property. While you never had a crush on her, there was no doubt your gaze would linger on her flawless smile or attempt to catch a hint of her bra beneath her white blouse. Now, she was all yours, and she was beaming happily at you.

"I'm so excited! To serve you for the rest of my life is my only wish," Emily said without a trace of sarcasm.

"Are you sure? You are aware your feelings are fake, right?"

"It might be true God gave it to me," she said, clutching her chest. "But I can't hold it back now. Every time I think of you, my heart throbs. And it feels good."

Wow, that's fucked up. You enter your house and was greeted by your mother, who did not even raise any protest when you introduced Emily as your ****. She turned back to her TV program as if you had just brought back a new pair of shoes.