"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."
