This choice: Looking around you see other girls, like yourself. • Go Back...Chapter #5Looking around you see other girls, like yourself. by: Mr. George   Spotting another girl. God, that's a weird feeling. Another girl. You head over to her, to explain you're not meant to be here, that there's been some kind of mistake. As you get closer, you see that she looks just as pissed as you feel.
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"Hi. I'm Miki." you want to sound friendly, to get her to open up. "Well, my name's not really Miki." you start. But you falter to a stop, as you find your own name just isn't coming to mind.
The woman in the taut grey top, just gives a snarky smile and nods.
"They stole your body and your life, you bimbo!" sighing she softens her tone, "Do you think my real name is Sakura." Her brow furrowing, as she spat out her name out angrily.
"At the moment, they're probably clearing out your bank accounts, and any property you might have owned."
"But... But... they can't..." you protest, your voice already grating, it sounds whiny and petulant.
"Do you think that hyper-endowed." she gestures to both your expanded busts. "Do you think, these girls would object to be poor, if they can be male and western?"
Shifting her hips, her chest rippled, "What future do you think we're facing?"
"Are you sure? How can you be sure?" you blurt out. Just saying that makes you feel naive, and stupid. But Sakura answers none the less.
"I've been here three days, I've seen some of the previous girls leave."
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She points towards a girl near some patio furniture you hadn't seen. "This is part of their torture, part of their process. They leave us to stew in our new hormones. Natsuko's been here for six days, and already has that tell tale curious, intrigued smile, and her fashion sense has altered." You see Sakura's arm trembling, as she imagines herself waking to that fate, imagining her body over-ruling her mind. Reduced to little more than a sexual animal. "Come tomorrow, she'll be gone."
"Is... Is there no hope?" you ask.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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