"Gentlemen, here is the project" James said to the darkened auditorium. "Her name is Alison C."
The woman stood and walked mechanically up the three steps to the small stage and stopped under the spotlight, her face blank. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a trim and compact body, and was clad only in a hospital gown and disposable paper slippers. When she turned to face the robed men who sat in the small darkened auditorium, it was apparent that she was drugged or hypnotized. She didn't see them at all.
"The background in this case is this: Alison is happily married, normal levels of sexual activity, restricted but typical range of the usual married sexual activities, libido in the low-normal range. She shows some receptiveness to new practices, but of course…
One of the Masters shouted out "Husband requests changes, right?"
James looked up in mild annoyance. "Not exactly. Both are in favor of modification. In fact, we're dealing with something of a transformation fetish here."
"Another SNOOC?" Peter of Psychological asked. The Masters present knew this stood for Sexual, Nymphomaniacal, Orgasmic, Obedient, and Compliant. These were the psychological traits husbands most commonly requested for their wives, just as "BT/TA" was the most commonly requested physical traits: Big Tits/Tight Ass.
"Not exactly," James said. "Alison herself wants a larger bust and a change in hair color." James said. "And of course a more aggressive attitude towards sex."
There were disappointed murmurs all around. "BOR-ring!" someone yelled out
It seemed that every woman brought to the Masters' Mansion wanted the same things, or else their husbands or lovers wanted the same things for them: big tits, long legs, lots of hair, skinny, and sexual adventurousness, what the Masters had come to refer to as "the basic Britny Spears model, only with more talent."
"Now calm down." James said. "We're all Masters with unlimited wealth and powers here, so let's act like it, for God's sake."
"There is a difference with Alison C." he went on as the room quieted. "It seems both she and her husband would like her kept pliable, so that she can be changed and modified fairly easily. Now we haven't really tried anything like this before, so it could be something of a challenge."
Ferris of Facial Remodeling spoke up. "Hell, just give him a lifetime membership. We'll take her through the changes whenever he wants."
"That's what they all say." Arthur of Endocrine Engineering said, "But once they get their hands on those big bazoombas they never want to go smaller."
Davis of Psychopharmaceuticals spoke up. "That's not true! There was that Evans girl a couple years ago."
"Well for God's sake, yes." Arthur said with a laugh. "But We all knew she wouldn't fly with a 36 G bust. The poor girl couldn't even get close enough to a glass of water to get a drink, let alone get near enough to her boyfriend to kiss him!"
Again the hubbub broke out and James had to use his microphone.
"All right! All right!" he said. "Look, just because we've done this before doesn't mean it's easy. In fact, just because we have done it before, I want us to do a really bang up job on her, Masters. I want her to end up the hottest, filthiest, most obedient little slut that ever walked out of here.
"Master M? I'm putting you in charge of Alison C. It's about time you got your feet wet and showed us what you can do."
"Feet wet?" someone called out. "Dick wet is more like it!"
There were hoots of laughter.
"Okay, cut it out!" James said. "I'm going to reduce trance on her so M can start her evaluation. Don't let her see what a bunch of clowns you guys are!"
There were murmurs of "Yes, oh Great One!" and "I Hear and Obey!" and other sarcasms, but when James turned to the woman, they all flipped their hoods up over their heads, covering their faces, and the room lights dimmed dramatically.
"Alison C." James commanded. "When I snap my fingers, you will be in Trance state Alpha. You will find nothing unusual or alarming in your situation or your surroundings. You will not remember who you are, but this shall not trouble you. You will obey the words of the Master M. Is this clear to you?"
"Yes, Master." she said automatically.
"Good. Then trance state alpha." he snapped his fingers, and Alison staggered slightly and shook her head as if trying to clear a bad dream.
"Alison? I am Master M" the Master said, coming forward with his hood off. "Do you know where you are?"
She looked around herself, shrugged and shook her head. She didn't know, but it didn't seem to bother her.
"Would you take your gown off please?"
Alison smiled at him, then reached down to the hem of her gown and pulled it up off over her head and stood stark naked before the Masters, who appraised her with the eyes of engineers. M knew that the cameras were recording her as well and feeding the data into the Mansion's data base.
She had good muscle tone, good structure. There was plenty to work with here. M tried to see her as a project and tried not to think of the upcoming examination of her sexual functioning he would be conducting.
"Turn around please, Alison." he said, and she obeyed, showing her back to the crowd and peering over her shoulder at him.
James nodded at him, and M said. "Thank you, dear. Would you come with me please?"
He helped her off the stage and led her out a soundproofed door. As the door closed behind him he heard James introducing the next subject.
They were handling about four or five subjects a day now, and business was brisk. The Masters had had time to give her a quick look over and her design team would soon be meeting to consult photos and plan the changes they would make, all under the supervision of Master M. The Psych team would meet with Alison later that day to conduct the psychological evaluation and develop their plan of therapy, but meanwhile, Master M, as the Master in charge of her, had to conduct the preliminary sexual evaluation, before any changes were begun.
