House Training
By RH Music
Chapter 9:
"What could be next?" I wondered, out loud, as I woke, sleep-eyed the next morning. According to my watch it was now Wednesday, and I had been trapped in this house/machine for almost five full days.
The day began as usual, with toilet duties and then washing and scrubbing. As expected, I was taken to the makeup station for some dramatic makeup and the long brunette wig. Then back to the dressing room for the corset, high-heels, stockings, underwear, and the sexy, revealing red dress (the same red dress I wore for my first meeting with the Mannequin, Jack).
The heels were yet a fraction of an inch higher, something like four and a half inches (11.5cm) this time.
I stood admiring my reflection as I waited for the door to open.
And a door did open. Only, not the one I was expecting. Instead, it was the exit door back to the original corridor.
"Okay, so fine," I told myself. "For some reason the house wants me to go back to the original mannequin, probably for some new kind of bizarre anal training..."
But that door was locked. In fact, all of the doors in the corridor were locked! I panicked for a second, thinking that something had gone wrong. I was trapped in the corridor with all these doors, but every one was locked, even the one to the dressing room that I had just left.
But then I had a thought. Walking up the stairs at the end of the hallway, I pushed open the door...
... and stepped into the kitchen of the house. I was free. The house was letting me go.
*DING DONG*
It was the doorbell! But I wasn't dressed as Jonathan, I was dressed as Jennifer! What was I going to do?
"** TEST SCENARIO, BEGIN LEVEL 9: CATCH AND RELEASE **"
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I looked around. Of course, the earpiece was still in my ear... but I thought I was done?
*DING DONG*
Damnit, the doorbell. I walked to the front door and opened it.
"Excuse me, are you Jennifer?"
"Yes?"
"Miss Jennifer McDonald?"
"Yes.. ummm... I guess... Yes, that's me." Suddenly I became acutely aware of my voice being too low.
"Early morning, huh? Well, I don't blame ya. It takes me at least three cups of coffee before I remember my name."
"And you are..." I tried to pitch my voice a bit higher.
"Oh, sorry. Name's Marty. I'm your driver for today?"
"I didn't order a driver..."
"Well, the order came from a Mr. Hewitt..." He hesitated, wondering if I was going to cause him any trouble.
"But..."
"His instructions were very specific. We received them along with payment just yesterday. Here, they gave me a print-out of his E-mail."
He showed me the message and I glanced over it, not really looking.
Marty looked a bit worried, "I'm supposed to take you to the mall, first."
The mall? What the fuck was going on?
"Okay, just let me get something, okay?"
"Sure thing. I'll be waiting in the car." I looked out and saw his sedan parked in the driveway.
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"Shit!" I closed the door behind him. "What the fuck am I going to do? Think, think, think!"
Mr. Hewitt, a dead man, had called me a cab. Clearly, the house computer was connected to the internet and was arranging services for me.
"Okay, first thing: I need to get my keys and my wallet." I walked to the kitchen, my heels going *Clack Clack* on the hardwood floors.
"Shit!" The door was locked. All my keys, my watch, my wallet, my clothes! Everything was down there.
I went quickly upstairs to the second floor. Unable to run because of the heels, I went as fast as I could. With every step I became increasingly aware of my breasts swaying gently from side to side as well as my wide hips and long legs. Thanks to posture training, I stood up straight, chin high, chest out.
"Damn!" All the dresser drawers were empty. All the desk drawers were empty too!
I went back to the foyer and tried to steady my heart.
"** Go into the living room. **"
"Aaack!" I screamed, momentarily surprised that the house computer was still talking to me through my earpiece. I went to the living room.
"** Open the left-most cabinet door. **"
I walked to the built-in cabinets on the far side of the living room and opened the door. Inside I found plastic tray. I took the tray out and inspected the contents, which contained:
A small red leather purse (Coach), keys, lipstick, powder with mirror, portable eye shadow and blush, Tampon (!), an empty wallet, money (about 100$), a pack of tissues, a pair of clean underwear, and a rather heavy silver box about the size of a deck of cards.
I emptied the tray and put all of the items into the purse. Looking back at the tray I noticed one item I had missed. It was a card. I picked it up.
It was a driver's license with my picture on it, dressed in the nice "business-style" suit I had worn yesterday. The name said "Jennifer McDonald".
Oh! I sat down on the couch, trying to figure out what was going on. The house had forged a new identity for me?
*Knock Knock*
Shit. I walked to the front door and opened it. It was Marty again.
"Everything okay, Ma'am?"
"Yes, I think so. Found my purse!" I showed him.
"Well, let's go then!"
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"According to my instructions, I'm supposed to drop you off at the mall and pick you up in four hours. Here you are!"
"Thank you, Marty. How much is that?" I opened my purse, expecting to pay.
"No, Ma'am. It's all been taken care of at the office. They also told me, in no uncertain terms mind you, not to take a tip."
"OH, okay. Thanks." I stepped out of the car and Marty took off.
I walked in to the mall, hyperventilating a bit. Was everyone looking at me? What were the women thinking? What were the men thinking? My eyes were looking around so fast I thought I'd get dizzy.
I went to sit down to think a bit.
"Well, I guess this is it..." I thought to myself. "I'm free. Now all I need to do is to go to a pay phone, call one of my friends, and have them pick me up. Then I can go to a doctor, or a chemist, or someone and get all this crap removed from my body. And then I can come back with crow- bars and dismantle the place."
But then why was I so sad?
After worrying for a few moments, I looked up and saw my reflection in the shop window.
I was beautiful!
With pleasure, I sat back and just looked, turning my head from side to side, admiring myself from all angles. I pursed my lips, gave myself little kisses, smiled (I have such nice teeth, I realized), smoothed my dress over my body, and fixed my hair. I used my makeup mirror to touch- up my lipstick and powder.
I knew what I *should* do. After all, I was free... I had a job, I had responsibilities. I should return to my previous life and get on with it.
"Hello there!" I looked up, into the eyes of a fairly handsome young man. "I haven't seen you here before."
"Oh, hi!" I responded, trying to disguise my voice as best I could. "My name is Jennifer."
"My name's Jason. I saw you through the window there... I'm the manager of the store... and I thought, well...I thought you were smiling at me..." he mumbled the last statement rather sheepishly.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Jason. I was just admiring my new... um... 'outfit' in the window."
"Oh, I see," he said, crestfallen.
"But if I had seen you, I certainly would have smiled at you!"
"Your new outfit is certainly stunning!" he gushed, "You're probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen here."
"Aren't you the charmer!" I laughed. "Why don't you have a seat and we can chat for a while. I'm just killing time for a few hours."
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Being with Jason was fun. We chatted and I found myself to be quite relaxed with him, and very flirtatious! I would flirt by straightening my hair or smoothing my dress over my legs, but then I would also squeeze his arm or pat his leg, all the while laughing at his jokes and encouraging him to talk more.
Of course we parted ways when he had to go back to tend the store, but I promised him that I would come back to see him again some day. But would I be able to keep that promise? As Jonathan or Jennifer?
The rest of the morning I spent wandering through the stores. For the first time ever, I went into all of the ladies' stores. And even though I didn't buy anything, the sales ladies were very attentive. What a variety there was!
I became aware of how the women were staring at me, and seeing myself in a variety of mirrors made me realize that I was dressed in a more "revealing" and "forward" fashion than most. The thought made me blush, and then afterwards I felt a bit naked... being forced as I was to flaunt my assets like that.
"** It's time to leave. **"
I jerked involuntarily. The earpiece was still working! I looked into my bag and suddenly realized the purpose of the mysterious silver box in my purse. It must have been a wireless remote for the earpiece.
The computer had been following my progress the whole time. It was probably even listening in to my conversations.
As I walked out of the mall I saw Marty with the Limo. He smiled and waved me over.
...continued in Chapter 10
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