The new me

"I must say Plutia, I don't know what's gotten into you but I like it." Histy commented as she saw Plutia working on her paperwork. "Since when did you become so hardworking?" She questioned.

"Well....I was walking down the street one day and some one was being a real meanie. They said I was a no good slacker and a bunch of other stupid names." Plutia pouted.

"Oh dear. I mean it's kind of true but they shouldn't be saying things like that in public." Histy noted. "What did you do to them?" She questioned.

"Well....I was thinking about transforming and teaching them a lesson." Plutia explained.

"Oh dear." Histy gasped. She didn't know who that poor soul was, but she pitied them dearly.

"But then when I heard other people agreeing, I begun to wonder." Plutia continued. "You and Noire always said the same thing, but I always thought that was just you all being boring. Now that I hear other people saying it, I am starting to think maybe its true." Plutia frowned.

"So you decided to be more hardworking so that people will stop saying mean things about you." Histy summarized.

"Yep. If I beat them up then its only a matter of time before others do the same, but if I actually do become more hardworking then no one will be to me anymore." Plutia explained.

"Well I'm glad you decided to be so mature about this, Plutia. I'm very proud of you. You're starting to act like a real CPU." Histy exclaimed.

"Thanks Histoire. That means a lot coming for you." Plutia answered.

Histoire stayed with Plutia as she did some more work, looking over some reports. Despite her insistence to work harder, Plutia was still Plutia. She still had to ask Histoire questions about numerous projects and proposals. It had been clear that Plutia really didn't know as much she let on but was making an earnest effort to understand as much as she could in such a short time. However within time Histoire felt she would become a responsible CPU. After a while Histy checked the time and realized they had been working for several hours straight now.

"Plutia don't you think it's time to take a break?" Histoire asked. Plutia looked up from her papers with a frown on her face. She seemed to glance at the clock as well.

"Have we really been working that long?" Plutia asked. "I didn't even notice. Wow it sure went faster than I thought." She giggled.

"I always did tell you it wouldn't take as long as you thought." Histy said smugly. "The only reason it ever felt so long was because you were always getting distracted or taking naps."

"Yeah, I guess I did do that a lot." Plutia admitted with a nervous laugh. "But now that you mention it I am feel a little sleepy." Plutia yawned.

"Well normally I'd insist that you focus on your work, but seeing that you completed so much, I think you deserve a break for the rest of the day." Histy instructed.

"Really?" Plutia questioned.

"Yes, you've earned it. Now run along now before I change my mind." Histy told her.

"Yay." Plutia cheered as she ran off.

"Hehe, some things never changed." Histy chuckled to herself as she saw Plutia head into her room, no doubt to sleep.

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"Finally." 'Plutia' sighed as she closed the door to 'her' room, locking it. Without wasting any more time, she transformed into Iris Heart. "That form is so troubling." Iris Heart grumbled as she walked over to a nearby mirror. She looked at herself, posing and admiring her adult form.

She had much preferred this sexy adult body to the childish Plutia form she had before. Unfortunately for her though Plutia was apparently the form used most often. The power of a Goddess still flowed through her veins, but being so much shorter and weaker looking, it felt like a definite downgrade.

Not only that, but her CPU form held quite a reputation and had always been restricted by the others due to its....tendencies to get personal with others. It wouldn't be wise to be in that state less the others notice her more drastic change in behavior. It was easy to pretend to be the lazy girl wanting to be better, than to be the untamable Dominatrix becoming docile.

"Perhaps I should start taking more jobs in the Guild." She wondered. It would give her an excuse to use her CPU form more often in public, and with time she could easily make up an excuse about starting to prefer that form over the other.