(She Said) Something About Tulips

by Bright Eyes

 

"Why don't you freshen up, Hector?" suggested Kate. "You're still wearing my coat. We want you to look your best for when your new girlfriend arrives."

Hector bounced up from the settee and with a flick of his hair slid of to the mirror to preen. "Thank you mistress," he said. He was happy to obey Kate now. "Thank you mistress." Kate smiled and settled back to wait.

It was not long before there was a knock at the door. Hector had taken the time to properly thicken his mascara – so that his eyelashes were heavy with it, and to apply plenty more blusher. He had freshened up his eyeshadow into a more arresting feminine style, highlighting his brow and causing his big wide eyes to sizzle, and was just enjoying the dizzy caress of more lipstick when he heard it.

"Call her in." commanded Kate, and Hector did.

"Come in," he called out in a breathy alto, "It's open!"

The door clicked creaked open. Kate watched Hector as they both sat in the living room waiting. Hector stood up and straightened out his skirt. How to stand? He tried bending one knee in front of the other. There was a sound of a coat being hung in the hall. He tried a confident pose with his feet apart. Light footsteps on the hallway carpet. Kate stood up.

Then into the living room came Ophelia. Hector stood with his shoulders back, blouse tight across his breasts, his feet apart and his skirt tight over his thighs. Kate stood by the window, relaxed, and smiling, hands on hips, her weight on one high heeled foot. Until she saw Ophelia.

Ophelia in her leather dress. Ophelia in her fishnet stockings. In her thigh-high boots. Her fingernails crimson like her wet lips, her step sexy and confident and magnificent as she strode into the room.

Hector stared. She turned and smiled at him, her face immaculately made up and beautiful. "Hello Hector. You look nice."

Kate stared. Ophelia looked at her and smiled again, menacingly. "Hello Kate. Haven't I told you already that I like you to greet me on your knees?"

Kate dropped to her knees and hung her head.

"Mistress," she whispered.

"Now then, Hector, you look surprised. What were you expecting?"

"Ophelia…"

"Mistress Ophelia, if you don't mind." She smiled. "How do you like your new life? Kate took to hers surprisingly well. She loves to take my commands now. Don't you Kate?"

Kate nodded, gazing up in admiration at Ophelia.

"Kate, go and sit on that rocking chair," commanded Ophelia. "Look pretty for me." Kate immediately jumped up and minced across the room, arranging herself carefully on the chair with her head back and her hair shining over her shoulders.

"Very good." She complimented. "Now listen, I have some new instructions for you. It's time for a change of image. More glamorous this time, I think." Ophelia turned to Hector and smiled. "This is the part where I explain what's happened to you, but don't expect me to explain why. I've had you turned into a lesbian. How do you like it?"

Hector licked his lips, which reminded him that he was wearing too much lipstick. His eyes fluttered briefly, which reminded him that he was wearing too much mascara. Tarty makeup, just the way he liked it. He pressed his knees together as he stood and his heart leapt at the feeling. "I love it!" he answered, drawing his fingers over his hips.

"Good. Keats would be proud. I offer you a life of sensation, rather than of thoughts. I have great plans for you. For a start, do you know Samantha, who works in your graphics department? I'd like you to get friendly with her. She will make a lovely addition to the fold. She has lots of contacts in useful places. Now there's one more thing. There is one last command from the programme that Kate gave you which has not been activated. It will make you mine. It will give you over to me: to command, to own, to love. What do you choose?"

Hector looked at Ophelia, resplendent and confident, totally in control of the room, and he melted. How could he not love her? He looked at Kate, sitting prettily, looking quite happy and beautiful in her short skirt and sheer stockings. He wondered idly when she had learnt to dress like that – was she a prisoner in her mind, looking out of her own eyes at her new sexy body as he had done? Or did she, like him, now coexist totally with her new self? For he was now in tune with himself as a lesbian. He was harmonised. He had been subsumed into a new woman. Hector was gone. But who had taken his place?

Ophelia stepped forwards and reached out to stroke his face. He moaned with the pleasure of it. She took him by the shoulders and gently but firmly looked right into his painted eyes.

"Hector, what do you choose? Go back to your old life, of worry, of drab clothes and of thinking? Or blossom? Live a life of sensation? A life in high heels? Give all your thoughts to me. I will do your thinking for you. Choose, Hector, choose."

Hector did not have to think. He had already surrendered his will to the new feelings inside him. He looked back into Ophelia's eyes. They would be the last thing Hector saw as he surrendered all his will, all of his thoughts to her. He looked at her beautifully long, thick eyelashes, and gazed into the deep golden hazel of his future.

Hector chose.

  

  

  

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