“Yes Sir, right away Sir.” Tawny replied and then headed towards the kitchen.
There wasn’t much left of the old Tawny, just a few things that I’d kept around, like her cooking skills. The rest, including her higher education, formal certifications, competitive nature, intelligence, and self centeredness, I’d erased.
Well, more like replaced. Replaced with the things I preferred in her, like her new fashion sense, her focus on her looks, her desire to please me, and her new self image.
The last one was the most fun to watch take effect. Most of the other’s took a few hours, perhaps a day at most, but that self image took months to fully materialize, and in fact was still ongoing.
The first thing to go was the dull brown hair, replaced with a lightened shade each week until it was completely blonde, then platinum blonde, and eventually unnatural pink.
Her time at the gym slowly reshaped her body, dropping the extra pounds she was carrying, but that wasn’t enough either. Lip fillers and a boob job, or two, followed.
Even now, in her minds eyes, her hair was supposed to be down to her ass, her tits several sizes bigger, her waist even thinner.
If she’d still been smart enough she might have recognized the end goal, after all, the doll she was modeling herself after was sitting on the mantle place.
Tawny came back from the kitchen with a small snack tray of meat and cheese in one hand, and a cold drink in the other. She set them down on the table beside my chair and then dropped to her knees and snuggled between my legs.
She looked up at me with her big doe eyes, her lips slightly parted, “Is there anything else I can do for you Sir?” she asked as her eyes darted down to my crotch and she licked her lips.
I picked up a piece of cheese and took a bit, feigning thought for a moment, “Well, since you ask, why don’t you give me a blowjob?”
Tawny smiled and nodded as her fingers made quick work on my zipper, and her lips even quickly work of my dick.
Tawny tapped her foot and crossed her arms being careful not to wrinkle her expensive suit, after she cut in line as far forward as she could. She didn’t have time for this lineup at the coffee shop, she had important things to do!
“Excuse me Miss?” a voice from behind her said and she turned with a scowl on her thin lips.
“What!?!” she spat at the man. He was just another obstacle in her way, and not even a particularly interesting one at that. Just another business man in his fifties, out of shape, balding, and beneath her.
“The start of the line is back there.” the man said, pointing over his shoulder.
She rolled her eyes and huffed, “Not for me it doesn’t.” she replied and then turned away from him.
Tawny expected more protestations from the man, but instead there was silence. Silence, until she felt something icky, black, thick, and oily seeping into her mind.
Her eyes went wide and her lips parted, but it was too late. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped forward. A moment later, her head came upright again and her eyes returned to normal.
She turned back to the man and smiled, “Please Sir, may I give you my number?”
The man smiled and nodded, handing her his phone. She quickly added all her contact details into it.
She handed his phone back and then nervously asked what she was afraid he might say no to, “When may I see you Sir?”
He took a step back and looked her up and down, she’d never felt so ashamed in her life, she must have looked hideous.
“Send me update photos, but by the looks of it, two weeks? Maybe sooner if you do well.” he replied.
“Thank you Sir!” she exclaimed, joyous that she would be seeing him, crestfallen it would be so long.
“Oh, I’ll be sending you a link to a chair. Order it and get it setup in your living room ASAP, make sure there is an end table beside it too.”
She nodded, “Of course Sir.” she replied and stood there, waiting.
He let out a sigh and then waved her away with his hand, “Well, don’t just stand there… don’t you have things to do?”
“Oh, yes, of course Sir! Thank you Sir!” she replied and then scurried away. He was so right, she had so much to do. So many things she hardly knew where to start.
