Chapter 2 -- Tammy's Plight
This was not good,
Cally thought at she tried once again to get the program to reset her to "normal". At first she had thought it was going to be easy, just instruct the program to reset her to her baseline configuration. There was even a "go back" button to progressively erase undesired changes. Unfortunately, every time she tried, the system spit back the same message.
"Subject format locked. Unable to accept changes."
As first she'd thought that Tim had password protected his changes, but had soon realized that that just didn't make any sense. Obviously she had made changes herself, though in the state she had been in at the time, she couldn't quite figure out what all of them might have been. In any event, if the system had been locked then, she would have been stuck as the brainless bimbo she looked and sounded like now.
No, this wasn't Tim's doing and if it had been, he would have told her by now. The little dickless bastard was so servile at the moment that he wouldn't have disobeyed her even if the thought was still capable of crossing his mind.
It had to have been something that had happened since, something she had done. Probably, she realized with a sinking sensation, something she had done with all those random clicks trying to get rid of the "flashy beepy thing". Undoubtedly, one, or more of "flashy beepy things" had been menus with options, and while she had been clicking them one, or a combination thereof, had somehow locked her profile out of the system and "frozen" her the way she was.
"That is, like so totally unfair," she groused as she prettily pouted at the screen. "Don't you think so Tammy?"
Her footstool squirmed just a bit as it replied in a high feminine voice. "Yes Ma'am"
Cally hadn't been happy with Tim Cochrane and that was a massive understatement. While Cally had never been a vengeful or even aggressive person one of those new pink bars said that had all changed now. She'd wanted to change the bastard into a greasy spot on the carpet. Still, she wasn't sure she could really live with herself if she'd outright caused him to cease to exist. That was sort of the old good news / bad news thing as far as Tim, or Tammy as he now answered to, was concerned.
Really, technically Tammy was still a Tim, but it would be hard to notice from anything but a close examination. Cally had given the hulking guy a makeover as only the Master PC could. Oh, he wasn't actually dickless, he still had one, about the size of a somewhat overgrown clit that was covered by his downy public hair. Besides that, the rest of his punishment was anticlimactic ... long flowing brunette hair, harsh edges sculpted into smooth curves, wide soft eyes, full lips. Cally had even given him a small breast enhancement, not much more than B cups but the nipples would be as fully sensitive as any woman's.
Best of all, she'd made sure to leave Tammy with vivid memories of everything she had been, with full knowledge and the realization that the complete and utter truth was, he was far far too subservient to be anything but what he was now. Oh the desire was there, but the capability or even the idea of how to be anything other than a subservient little bitch simply no longer existed.