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.
After all, what was the point of getting even if the person you were getting even with couldn't remember that you were getting even with them? Tammy would have a long ... a VERY long time to remember everything. Besides, on his knees like that, Tammy made an excellent footstool.
Yes, revenge was sweet, but while satisfying, it didn't do much to improve Cally's immediate problem. She had, as far as she could tell, no viable way to get back to being ... well ... herself. Instead she was stuck in this pornstar's image of beauty with a sex drive that would make a teenage nympho blush with shame.
She'd enjoyed "working" on Tammy's new look. Simply having that much control over him had been like being fucked hard and often and she'd cum over and over again while her transforming subject had eagerly lapped up every drop. But that had been a few hours ago and the novelty had worn off. There also seemed to be some limitations to the Master PC program. It appeared that the more drastic the change, the more drain on the systems resources there were and the system needed to recharge, for lack of a better word term. It was all down there in the code somewhere if you looked behind the interface.
Cally had to admit, whoever had programmed Master PC had been a genius. Even with her enhanced IQ and her years of experience, she could only reach and decipher outlying portions of the program and its structure. Much of what she could see wasn't comprehendible, and it seemed that a great deal of the actual program itself wasn't even on the machine laptop, but somewhere else. Where somewhere else, Cally didn't know, but she really wanted to find out. On the other hand, the program was actually quite small and with minor modifications, should easily fit on something as small as a PDA, maybe even an I-Phone.
There was a lot to learn but the one thing she really truly needed to know she just couldn't figure out. Of course, there were better places to do research like this she supposed. Certainly sitting the middle of the Sty Tim had called home, while very fragrant in a male kind of way didn't do much for Cally or her concentration.
"Tammykin's ... gawd you are so totally lame at keeping your place all clean and sparkly like. If I stay here much longer, I swear I'm going to like totally barf." Cally said in a completely airheaded kind of way.
Why Timmy chose to live like this, Cally didn't have a clue. According to what Tim had told her after his little change of perspective, he was actually quite well to do. A Trust Fund guy though who only worked because he wanted to "wear the suit", stroke his ego, impress the girls and everything he thought was the right of people with power.
