When all of Alexis Phillips' things were in the car, the newly christened Alicia Anderson placed the keys in the glove box and turned and stood staring, tears welling up, as if to say goodbye to her old life, identity and self. She took a deep breath, turned away, sighed heavily and headed back into the hotel room that was rented for her.
Once inside, she gathered the envelope and read her 'new' life story. She was an only child, her parents were deceased, she inherited the businesses, all of which were sold, and her estate was valued at $10.4 million, including bank accounts and all properties. As part of her last task, this became her new public persona, the new her. She was saddened at the parallels to her old life, as she truly no longer had parents or family. And the only family she wanted to have wasn't able to contact her to see how she was doing, or what she needed, and now would have no way to contact her at all as she became this new identity.
She took the charged phone, and looked at the contacts. Contact. One. She bristled at the emptiness of the contacts, accustomed to having thousands of contacts from influencers to businesses to makeup artists to her girlfriend safely stored away there. New identity. One contact. And right on task, she called that contact.
"Hello Alicia," the voice on the other end of the phone said, pausing and hearing only silence. "Might as well get used to it, this is who you are now."
"I guess....." the newly named girl replied.
"Guessing might get you killed, and now since Kingsman dragged me into it- maybe me too," the woman said. "He gave me a copy of the letter he sent you, and I set up your identity. I also set up his identity years ago, and because of my relationship with him from then, now I have no choice but to help him whenever he asks."
"Ok...." Alicia, formerly Alexis, replied.
"And I know you will follow all of my instructions, whether you want to or not," Jasmine said. "It will keep us both alive."
"That's what it says I have to do," Alicia replied.
"So, you have about 3 hours until checkout, correct?" Jasmine asked.
"Yes, checkout in this backwoods shack is 12 noon, it's almost 9 now," Alicia said.
"Good, I like that you tell me the details, keep doing that whenever you can, I need as much information as possible," the hacker and creator of identities continued. "You have one immediate task. Take cash out of the envelope Kingsman gave you, and go to the drug store in town and buy a hair coloring kit, you can't be seen until we figure out what is exactly going on. I suggest blonde, make sure you can complete the coloring in less than 2 hours. Get yourself food on your way back. In the envelope is a smaller envelope marked 'eye wear'. Take out the contact lense cases and put in the colored lenses that are in there to change your eye color before you go. Since you will become blond, the lenses will change your eyes to blue. Get back to this room and dye your hair and checkout before noon. Got it?"
"Yes, I have it," Alicia replied. "Not like I have any fucking choice..."
"Then tell me what you are doing in order," Jasmine demanded. "And you should be used to obeying commands sweetie, you were doing Kingsman's bidding..."
"Put in the contact lenses from the eye wear envelope, take cash and buy a blonde hair dye kit that can be done in less than 2 hours, get food, come back here to dye my hair, then check out before noon," Alicia responded.
"Sounds like Kingsman trained you to follow orders well," Jasmine replied.
"Yes, I guess so..." Alicia replied. "Not like I could do anything about that..."
"I understand that part. Call me before you check out, or if there are any issues, Alicia," Jasmine said.
"Ok...." the girl said, as she hung up and began her list of tasks to obey. To her, it felt like old times to obey, but distinctly different to do for a new person.
"Good girl, do what I say and things may just turn out fine," Jasmine said. "Remember, it was your Master who set this whole thing up and who made me like I am today."
"And how is that?" Alicia nervously asked. "What the fuck do you mean, exactly?"
"Kingsman was just learning what he could do. So he changed me to be lesbian, dominant, lover of big breasts, corrupter of young women...." Jasmine said, half kiddingly. "You'll adjust, you don't have a choice."
"I fucking know I don't have a choice, don't be a bitch about it..." Alicia replied.
"I don't want this more than you don't want this, you spoiled little bitch," Jasmine derided. "Now do what the fuck I tell you so we both can stay alive. Say 'yes Mistress I obey'. Now."
"Yes, Mistress, I obey..." Alicia said, following the instructions from the letter. "Fucking bitch.."
"Maybe later, get to work, now, you spoiled brat," Jasmine commanded.
And so it began for the former Alexis Phillips, changing her identity and look- a look she had carefully been cultivating as a social media influencer. All gone as a result of her parents, and now she did not know who to trust or who may or may not be looking for her because of her parents. But in a sense she felt a bit lucky- she didn't have to deal with the fallout and she was again task focused, one task at a time.
So she went to the drug store, got a blonde dye kit, then picked up junk food. She returned to the room and followed the instructions on the box and became blonde, or the version of blonde the box permitted in the short time frame. Finishing her task, she gathered her things in her small bag for her next task, which she knew was now coming as her new phone rang. Out of habit, she looked at the contact- understanding there was only one person who it could possibly be.
"Hello," the new blonde said into the phone.
"Hey Blondie, how's the hair?" Jasmine asked.
"It's not orange." Alicia replied.
"Well that's good. We will fix that when you get here. Get your shit together and check out, follow the route I am sending you. Don't stop unless you have to, and make sure you drive the speed limit, Alicia," Jasmine said.
There was no reply from the girl on the run. Just silence.
"You need to answer me when I tell you something, Alicia," Jasmine reminded. "Say 'yes Mistress' if you understand your task."
"Yes, Mistress," the now blonde, now former influencer replied with a sigh.
"Get used to it, Alexis Phillips has disappeared. You are Alicia Anderson now. You may resemble the old you, but you can't be her," Jasmine said. "It's for your own protection, Alicia. And if you are going to be a bitch about this, I can turn you into a stupid little bimbo slut slave. Don't make me do that. I need you to work with me so we both survive."
"I understand," Alicia replied.
"We have work to do when you get here, so see you later this afternoon, I sent the route to your new phone, drive safely Alicia," Jasmine said.
"Yeah, got it," was the short reply, as the former Alexis Phillips world was now down to one person, a stranger set up by her now former Master. A woman she did not know, but now had to follow her every instruction. She sighed, then checked out and began her task of following the route as ordered.
Hours later after a scenic drive, Alicia Anderson arrived at the destination sent to her from her new protector and de facto mistress, Jasmine Ryan. At least that was how she thought of the new and currently the only person in her life, the person whose instructions she had to follow.
