Chapter 2
Three weeks later, I drove Eve drove across town to Doctor Frank's virtually anonymous clinic. The place was drab, with a small sign reading 'EMS'.
"Here? Could just as likely be a plumbing supply shop," I commented.
"It very nearly is," Eve said. "Anyhow, 'Eros Morphology Services', would have made it sound like a weird porn shop."
"Which it totally is."
"Fair enough. Time for your tour."
Doctor Frank was waiting. After formally welcoming us, he led us into a cozy lounge. We sat holding hands together in a comfortable loveseat, while the doctor stepped over to a coffee maker.
To me, he asked, "Cream or sugar?"
"Just cream, please."
He set my coffee on a small table, plus a large tumbler in front of Eve. "Well, I think we should proceed," he said. "This ought to be in a cocktail glass, really. It is a mixture of drugs to relax you, and to begin the memory subduction process. I hope you're good with apple flavoring - I'm afraid gin wouldn't be appropriate."
"Apple is fine," Eve said, wondering if those would be her last words. Then she pulled herself together and drained her glass.
In the event, she didn't topple over (although she already felt rather mellow). And those were not her last words... quite.
"You still have a little while together," the doctor said. "I forgot to ask you, Sherry, if you'd like the dress Eve's wearing? I know it sounds silly, but sometimes girls come here wearing their favorite clothes, and give them to a friend... to remember them by."
"Um," I said, "I hadn't thought about it."
"I gave you everything else," Eve laughed. "But the dress thing would be cool. It's sleeveless - you could wear it whenever you fuck me."
And then she slumped onto my shoulder.
An hour later, I was led down a corridor to a large surgical room. I'd half expected it to look like a Boris Karloff monster-movie laboratory, with spinning lights and a row of big switches, but it was as ordinary as the rest of the place.
Victor had told me I could view Eve's progress after the euphemistically named 'Psychological Preparation Process' had begun. The girl was laying naked on a gurney, her clinical number - FT-042 - already discreetly hidden within an ornate new tattoo just above her right elbow. She was awake again, but she was wearing a silly grin. When I greeted her, the future sex toy simply tilted her head sideways with no apparent recognition.
"I thought you were going to minimize the mind wipe?"
"Yes," agreed Victor. "Unlike Valerie's case, we will do very little brain surgery. Hopefully she'll retain some language comprehension, although she won't be able to speak, of course. But the primary focus of the process, as it was for my sister, is to reduce the memories that will impede what they want: a life of straight-up, pure pleasure for themselves and their visitors."
"Okay - of course."
I know this is difficult for you," the doctor said, with a sigh. "It was the hardest part for me, and I hadn't even begun the wet work."
I shuddered at the graphic comment.
Handing me a small bundle, he continued, "These are copies of Eve's legal authorizations, and your FT-042 ownership documents. Also, the nurse put Eve's dress in there. Ahh, there was no..."
Victor paused, and so did I. Difficult was an understatement. It had been my idea to shack up in a downtown hotel with Eve, the night before, to keep her company. And occupied - she had brought along a few of her favorite sex toys in the back of her Corolla. Well, my car and toys, now.
"Whoa," she'd said. "You booked this suite for me? You know I'm not going to remember it by this time tomorrow."
"I will," I had promised.
In the event, we shared a double dildo. Then, still bare-assed, we'd cuddled on the couch while I trimmed Eve's long red hair down to a pixie cut -- we had both observed that Val's long hair was often fouled with cum. I'd followed up by shaving Eve's bush down to a little red arrow pointing down to her newly exposed pussy.
The future FT-042 wouldn't care about such details but, right now, I felt like I had a little control over events.
And afterward we'd lain entwined on the big bed and, unable to sleep, had simply caressed and gently kissed one another until dawn.
Nodding, I finally answered the patiently waiting doctor. "Right, yeah. Eve left her underwear in, um, my car."
"I expect you'll be wanting these, too." Victor pulled a string of sizable anal beads from the pocket of his white coat. "Your friend was full of surprises."
"Oh," I said - having lost track of the thing. "Yes, please." I smiled sadly, having noted the past tense the doctor had just used. "Eve wanted me to thank you again for doing this for free."
"Not quite free - it's simply an exchange for you returning ownership of Valerie back to me."
"Sure, but you let me keep Val in my care, and to keep her, ahh, proceeds."
