In about two seconds, the following happened, all at once:
Jim's body began to contort and melt. Cantaloupe-sized breasts grew out of his chest, first one, then the other, bloomp, blump! His waist sucked in tight with a slurp of suction. His/her hips expanded slightly, and her ass pulled up into a pert, round, butt that could crack walnuts. The bones in his face cracked and reformed as her face became feminized. She shook her head with a laugh and her hair flew out from her hair, growing, softening, becoming a straight glossy black. Her face had delicate features, thin crimson lips made for vicious smiles, clear, milky skin. Thin stylish glasses sit on her nose.
Gem held up a hand and looked at it: small, well formed fingers with wickedly sharp black nails, leading to a smooth, sculpted arms. Her perfect eyebrows jumped with understanding. "Ah. I see. I'm perfect, of course."
Gem looked down at her body. She was still wearing that disgusting loser's clothing. That would have to change, of course. The very idea that something as perfect and beautifully cruel as her could ever come out of a pathetic worm whose last action had been to be so stupid as to give away omnipotence...well, it frankly made her sick. And Sharon had seen it all. She was the only one who knew...of course she must never, ever be allowed to tell anybody.
But first! A wardrobe change, obviously. Gem met Sharon's eyes, she was staring in shock.
Gem's mouth curved up into an evil smile. "Oh you ain't seen nothing yet, you poor, poor girl." She snapped her fingers and Jim's clothes began to melt and reform around her into garments made of a strange material Sharon couldn't identify: stretchy, slightly textured, thicker and more substantial than cloth, but thinner and lighter than latex. Gem's shirt was a caricature of a business shirt, fitted like it was painted on, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the top three buttons undone, pushing her breasts together, up, and out. Her diamond-hard nipples punched little tents up through the constricting material. Her skirt clung to her perfect butt and ended halfway down legs that would shame the goddesses themselves. The glossy fabric seemed to stretch and contract with her legs as she shifted to a more dominating stance, feet wide, hands at her hips, boobs thrust out like the ramming prow of a ship. Pumps with modest heels melted into place around her feet--super long heels make for an ungainly walk, and that is beneath Gem's dignity, of course. Thick leather bracelets with metal spikes pop out of nowhere and settle tightly around her wrists. A studded collar with a brooch fits snugly around her neck. Up close it can be read to say: "All hail our cruel mistress."
"That's much better," said Gem.
"How did you--"
In a single stride Gem crossed the space between them and backhanded Sharon so hard that her head twisted around 180 degrees. Sharon stumbled and fell down.
"You don't talk unless I tell you to, disgusting worm!" Gem bellowed. "Now get up! I will not have you laying down while I address you!"
Sharon got up, her trembling hands went up to where her face should be and found the back of her scalp instead. Tiny, horrified mewling sounds came out of her.
"And put your head back on straight. Unless I've cut your eyes you, you will look at me when I'm talking to you, pathetic whore!"
Sharon's hands suddenly moved with a purpose, one reaching back to grab her chin, the other pressing against the opposite side of the back of her skull. With a single torquing motion she wrenched her head back on straight with a wet snap-crackle-popping sound. She looked at her hands as if they weren't hers, horrified beyond words.
"I must admit, I'm a bit curious about how you're handling this. You may speak."
Sharon let out a wail of fear and despair. Gem sighed, and said "Speak, not whine, you dumb stack of shit."
"I...I don't want any of this!" Sharon said, her voice thready with fear.
"You're a very stupid ch1ld, aren't you? Of course you want this. You wished for your ideal mate, well here I am, woe to you. It's not my fault your a sick, pathetic weakling who wants controlled, tormented, pleasured and protected by an omnipotent goddess of cruelty and pain."
"No, I really don't!"
"That's why it's called a 'hidden' submissive side, idiot. It's a little late for buyer's remorse."
With a sudden anger, Sharon yelled "I didn't buy this fucking box, you did, and you gave it to me, Jim!"
Before the sound had finished leaving her throat, Gem's face was contorted into white-hot fury. "My name, is Mistress Gem you hideous bitch! The penalty for saying otherwise is pain."
She reached into her cleavage and pulled out...
Sat Apr 11 23:34:55 2009