"Sit down darling," she heard as she stepped into the plush back seat and the driver shoved the door to.
As the driver was walking around to the front of the car, Lita felt herself being relaxed into the comfortable cushioning of the back seat.
"Now, while we drive to the airport, let's talk a little about what will happen there." Lydia started to induce a sense of calm within Lita, bringing her emotional turmoil down so that, for the first time since she had awoken in her new body, she felt like she could think with a slightly clear head.
"Now Lita, you are going to attract a lot of attention in the busy airport."
Lita started to fret a little. Lydia grasped her anxiety and dampened it before Lita could work herself up into a panic.
"It's okay darling, don't worry, I will be there with you, every step of the way!"
The car was driving smoothly down the long driveway of the Waverley Institute. Lita felt a melee of confused emotions as soon as her mind was clear enough to process that she was leaving. The place had been so wonderful at first and, emotionally, she could still not divorce her experience in the subversion program from her brief but more brutal life since she had returned to real world. And why had the girl sat at the desk been so nice? And how could she have heard her talking?!
"Okay, well you are going to love this," she heard Lydia again, her voice back to its warm, big sisterly tone.
The car swung onto the main road at the bottom of the driveway. Lita couldn't believe that she was going out into the real world in her new state as a small, large-breasted, completely controlled blonde bimbo.
"You will be able to interact with some of the other girls," Lydia explained, "In fact, many of you are best friends. We have found that the 'network effect' from having you all mix with each other helps every one of you become better, more pleasing slave-girls. You can share tips, secrets, shopping and makeup advice, dance classes, sex techniques... well, anything really. I think that you will enjoy it. They are a lovely bunch of girls and you all know that you can trust each other 100%, you never lie to each other."
Lita sat there listening. She couldn't reconcile the craziness of her situation with how honestly Lydia sounded when she talked about 'the other girls' and how happy she thought it would make her.
"Lydia, it's all so confusing, I just don't know what to think any more."
She moved to put her head into her hands.
"Oh. Let me just stop you there darling." Lydia held her still before she could touch her face. "Your makeup is perfect. Please, don't touch your face."
Lita remembered her new form, she felt the tongue stud within her mouth and looked down at her enormous, rising cleavage.
"Fuck," she thought, "I'm sorry Lydia, I have a lot to get used to here. And in any case, how the fuck can I still even hear you? I mean, where are you?!!"
"Oh baby. I'm inside you now; I'm a part of you."
"Are you the control program? Have you taken on Lydia's voice? If you have, thank you, because I loved Lydia!"
Tears were forming in her eyes now.
"Oh, come on, I don't want your eye makeup to run," Lydia shocked her sharply out of her self-pity.
"Soothe. 25%."
Lita gasped. The stiff wave of relaxation pounded into her like a dose of heroin.
"I. AM. Lydia," she said coldly.
"It's only ever been ME, even on the phone when you rang me and when I was using that pretty, older-girl's frame when you first arrived."
"No, that can't be right, you are lying!" Lita thought. Lydia had been a flawed but completely authentic woman whom she had spent real time with!
"You think I can't animate a simple human frame at will?" Lydia challenged. "Oh please Lita, give me a little credit. I mean, I can calculate Pi to five-trillion decimal places, but you think I can't convincingly simulate a human woman?"
"Oh my God," Lita thought, still under the influence of the soothe but realising that Lydia knew what she was talking about. "Then who are you?"
"For you princess, I put the clue in my name," Lydia relaxed.
After a few seconds she teased, "'Lydia," stands for, 'Like You Do In Art'. For you, I exist to see that your true inner-being is properly expressed and brought to the surface, instead of that pathetic existence that you had previously. I'm the best thing that has ever happened to you. You will come to accept this in time."
Lita couldn't remember much about 'previously' any longer. As hard as she tried, it was as if her memory only properly started when she had first walked into the Waverley Institute; and it had been strange because she had felt a lot taller then. Had she been wearing even higher heels, maybe with platforms? Because she didn't remember that. Then she remembered a lovely morning with Lydia when she had worn a red-purple blouse and some lovely black snake-print stilettoes.
She sat in the back of the car with a growing sense of calm contentment. When she remembered aspects of her predicament, it felt much better than it had been when she had been in the awakening room. What was Lydia doing to her brain in the background?
She opened her handbag and pulled out a compact mirror, she wanted to see what she had become. She flicked it open and saw a pretty girl, with low-lighted platinum blonde hair, glamorous eye makeup and shiny pink pouting lips. Lydia rode along with her thought stream and started to make her feel beautiful and confident; like she could walk into a room and would feel great about commanding the attention there with how beautiful she was and how amazingly she looked.
"Yes, can you appreciate how beautiful you really are now Lita?" Lydia reinforced.
Yes, maybe the whole glamour look wasn't so bad; she did feel her makeup was immaculate and felt a little embarrassed to be enjoying how good she looked and felt in her large hoop earrings.
"Good. Now," and Lydia was now finally back to continuing her original agenda, "when you step out at the airport, it might seem like sensory overload for a genetic princess like you."
Lita realised that she would be very exposed and was immediately glad that she had not been dressed in a short skirt or dress, walking into such a crowded, harsh environment.
"However, you will still attract a lot of attention. I'm afraid that those boots that you are wearing are real head-turners and those breasts are, well, difficult to hide."
Lita rocked her left foot, reminded about the tall heels that she was wearing. Then she caught herself from rubbing her hand into her head as she fidgeted, "No, I mustn't smudge my look," she thought, trying to remember to do everything properly.
"Well done," she could feel Lydia smiling warmly within her, "that's my girl! Now, there are several types of people that you will meet, and they will treat you differently now that you are such a spectacular beauty. I don't want you to be phased by anyone, do you understand?"
"Yes Lydia."
Lydia continued, slowly pulling Lita into a state where her mind was emptying and where she was teachable.
"Well, there will be men, who will want to hit on you, and men who just want to stare at you. I will help you to rebuke the advances from these men and it will not be that hard darling, trust me."
"Then there will be the women. They will be jealous of you and will feel threatened by you when their men look at you. They will call you 'slut' and they will stare at you disapprovingly. With these women, Lita, I will help you to ignore them. You will rise above them and your beauty will triumph over their petty insecurities. I will help you to be an alpha female to them, out-competing them."
"Oh, my goodness, it seems like we are here now, don't worry Lita, I will help you, just stay calm and be a good girl for me okay?"
The car had pulled up to a layby at the airport where passengers could be dropped off. Lita thought that she would start to fret, but she felt that this was held in check by Lydia so that she could deal with her new reality.
Lydia had been right; the airport was an intense experience for her. Unaccustomed as Lita was to her new sensitive hearing and sight, it was a flood of harsh light, chatter and noise to her. It was busy as well. She was sucked in through the entry doors with the flow of a thick crowd of arriving passengers. She had to concentrate to keep her balance on her impractical high heels whilst she tried to pull her little hold-case. As she walked farther into the airport and across towards the desk of her airline, the crowd started to thin out a little, which was a relief at first; but then she realised that it made her more visible. Now when she walked, she noticed that the clicking of her stiletto heels acted as a bell around her neck, causing heads to swivel and eyes to look towards her.
As she walked further, the inhumanly fine resolution of her genetically-enhanced hearing could detect pauses in people's conversations. She could make out words like; "wow!" "hot," "tits," and mumbled under an older, fat woman's breath; "slut."
Lita started to feel incredibly self-conscious and started to burn with a feeling of humiliation, all the time trying to quickly make progress towards her check-in desk. It did not help that Lydia had altered her walking subroutine so that her new walk, with the swing inwards of each foot, was something that she could not avoid doing. When she tried to walk, this was how she did it now. She felt like she wanted to cry as she helplessly wiggled her way across the busy floor, but Lydia silently pushed her breasts out and kept a pretty smile on her face.
"Lydia, I can't stand this, I feel so humiliated, being a girl didn't feel like this in the subversion program at all! Please let me go and sit down somewhere away from all these people!"
"Hmmmm. Well, I suppose we do have quite a while before we need to check in. Go on then, why don't you go into this coffee shop?"
She felt her head being turned towards a small Starbucks which was scantily occupied.
"Thank you, Lydia," she almost whispered for real as she turned and glamorously clicked her way in.
She wanted to order a flat white, but Lydia made her order a skinny macchiato instead.
