angles that felt right for the bookstore…
Through the store's glass front, she saw a good target walk by.
Getting up quickly, she hit the chill winter air behind the girl, watching her with a masked predatory gaze. Contrary to her usual predilection, the girl was a brunette - but, under her heavy winter jacket, she was stick thin and small, in a way that reminded her of Gwen. She was also much younger, likely barely of drinking age, and probably on her way to get ready for a night out. Was it Friday? The days had become a blur lately…
Hand in her pocket, she approached the girl. "Excuse me -"
The girl turned around, and her gaze immediately fell neutral as the locket went to work.
"What's your name?"
"Aubrey," she answered, staring straight ahead.
To the left of the sidewalk, a car suddenly crunched into the pickup truck in front of it. Shocked, Lydia jumped away from the parking lot curb. Looking over, she realized that both drivers were staring at her with blank expressions.
Horrified, she grabbed Aubrey by the arm. "Come with me, quick."
Leading the girl down a small gap between the strip mall's buildings, she peered back at the accident. Now that she was out of line of sight, both drivers seemed to shake their heads in confusion - and then they both began cursing. They seemed unharmed, and got out to exchange information.
" Wow… I gotta be more careful with this thing," she said aloud, but the girl gave no reply.
The sm all, grassy passage offered an alcove where they couldn't be seen from the road, or from the back parking lots. Next to a large air conditioning unit and a generator of some sort, she considered what to do with the girl.
" Aubrey, ever been with a woman?"
"No."
She smiled, thinking about the things she particularly enjoyed during her first outing with the locket. "Alright, Aubrey… for the rest of the night, you are going to do everything I say. You will not tell anyone, or even hint, that anything is wrong. If someone asks, I am… your new girlfriend, Lydia, and you'll say you're a lesbian now. Only thing is, you'll really just be yourself. I want you in there experiencing everything the way you normally would, but unable to stop yourself. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
She let go of the locket.
Aubrey looked around in confusion for a second, pulled her jacket tight, and then began to walk away in concern.
" Stop," Lydia said.
The young brunette froze in place .
"Turn around." Lydia moved up to her, noting the distress and confusion on her face. "Yeah, that's it," she breathed , running a hand along the girl's cheek. "Of course, don't let anyone else see your torment. Understand?"
Through a look of resistance and struggle, Aubrey forced out a "Yes."
"Good. Now come here." She pulled her further back into the alcove. "On your knees."
The girl fell to her knees in the cold grass.
"Take off your jacket, shirt, and bra. I want to see what you've got under there."
Aubrey pulled each article of clothing off without a fuss, despite her obvious attempts at mental resistance. Bare-chested, she shivered in the cold air. "How are you doing this?" she half-sobbed, barely managing to speak.
"Oh, we can't have that," Lydia realized aloud, surging with dark arousal. " No speaking about your situation at all. As far as anyone will know, you're fine. Got it?"
She nodded, a tear running down each cheek.
"No crying, either. Don't want to ruin your makeup. Now move your arms."
She bared her boyish breasts, perfectly sized for her small frame. Lydia found herself a little disappointed that they weren't like Gwen's perfect firm tits… and she began wondering how much of her harshness was coming from a place of resentment for the gorgeous blonde resisting her. Someone that pretty, being totally straight… it undermined her darker fantasies, somehow.
She briefly considered calling the whole thing off. It was rather horrible, what she was doing to this poor girl…
But she could just make Aubrey
Through the store's glass front, she saw a good target walk by.
Getting up quickly, she hit the chill winter air behind the girl, watching her with a masked predatory gaze. Contrary to her usual predilection, the girl was a brunette - but, under her heavy winter jacket, she was stick thin and small, in a way that reminded her of Gwen. She was also much younger, likely barely of drinking age, and probably on her way to get ready for a night out. Was it Friday? The days had become a blur lately…
Hand in her pocket, she approached the girl. "Excuse me -"
The girl turned around, and her gaze immediately fell neutral as the locket went to work.
"What's your name?"
"Aubrey," she answered, staring straight ahead.
To the left of the sidewalk, a car suddenly crunched into the pickup truck in front of it. Shocked, Lydia jumped away from the parking lot curb. Looking over, she realized that both drivers were staring at her with blank expressions.
Horrified, she grabbed Aubrey by the arm. "Come with me, quick."
Leading the girl down a small gap between the strip mall's buildings, she peered back at the accident. Now that she was out of line of sight, both drivers seemed to shake their heads in confusion - and then they both began cursing. They seemed unharmed, and got out to exchange information.
" Wow… I gotta be more careful with this thing," she said aloud, but the girl gave no reply.
The sm all, grassy passage offered an alcove where they couldn't be seen from the road, or from the back parking lots. Next to a large air conditioning unit and a generator of some sort, she considered what to do with the girl.
" Aubrey, ever been with a woman?"
"No."
She smiled, thinking about the things she particularly enjoyed during her first outing with the locket. "Alright, Aubrey… for the rest of the night, you are going to do everything I say. You will not tell anyone, or even hint, that anything is wrong. If someone asks, I am… your new girlfriend, Lydia, and you'll say you're a lesbian now. Only thing is, you'll really just be yourself. I want you in there experiencing everything the way you normally would, but unable to stop yourself. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
She let go of the locket.
Aubrey looked around in confusion for a second, pulled her jacket tight, and then began to walk away in concern.
" Stop," Lydia said.
The young brunette froze in place .
"Turn around." Lydia moved up to her, noting the distress and confusion on her face. "Yeah, that's it," she breathed , running a hand along the girl's cheek. "Of course, don't let anyone else see your torment. Understand?"
Through a look of resistance and struggle, Aubrey forced out a "Yes."
"Good. Now come here." She pulled her further back into the alcove. "On your knees."
The girl fell to her knees in the cold grass.
"Take off your jacket, shirt, and bra. I want to see what you've got under there."
Aubrey pulled each article of clothing off without a fuss, despite her obvious attempts at mental resistance. Bare-chested, she shivered in the cold air. "How are you doing this?" she half-sobbed, barely managing to speak.
"Oh, we can't have that," Lydia realized aloud, surging with dark arousal. " No speaking about your situation at all. As far as anyone will know, you're fine. Got it?"
She nodded, a tear running down each cheek.
"No crying, either. Don't want to ruin your makeup. Now move your arms."
She bared her boyish breasts, perfectly sized for her small frame. Lydia found herself a little disappointed that they weren't like Gwen's perfect firm tits… and she began wondering how much of her harshness was coming from a place of resentment for the gorgeous blonde resisting her. Someone that pretty, being totally straight… it undermined her darker fantasies, somehow.
She briefly considered calling the whole thing off. It was rather horrible, what she was doing to this poor girl…
But she could just make Aubrey
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