Clarissa arrived at her apartment, hanging her keys on their hook and stepping through the forest of boxes on the floor to sit down on her couch. She let out a contented sigh, it was nice to be home and relax after all that stress. It felt… good to relax. 

She took out her phone and texted her boyfriend, Aaron.

<Heyyy babe! Out of the appt, things went well! Got pretty new glasses!> She attached a selfie of her wearing the glasses to the message. 

Within a minute or so he replied, <Lookin’ good! Why are the lenses purple tho? Isn't that hard to see through?>

Clarissa was confused. Why wouldn’t they be purple? Purple was the prettiest color ever. Why wouldn’t she want to see it all the time? After all, it made her feel so fuzzy and warm and… Why were her jeans halfway off and her hand in her panties? She sat up, pulling her pants back on. That was bizarre, why would… eh, it didn't really matter. She shouldn’t worry about it.

She managed to do exactly that until picking up her phone again and seeing she’d somehow lost 20 minutes. Something was wrong. This wasn’t normal… Why the hell did she think she…shouldn’t… was someone talking?

She shook her head, feeling a bit dizzy, then typed out a response to Aaron, <It’s perfectly easy to see through, thank you very much. I like my glasses. They make me happy.>

Another few minutes later, she got a response, <Hey, fair enough babe. See you tonight! ily!>

Clarissa sighed, then stood up, deciding to shower. She entered the bathroom, with its teal and white tiles and beige walls. She turned the shower on, nice and warm, and began to undress. The more undressed she became, the warmer she felt. It was… good… good to undress with her glasses on…

As she stepped into the shower, the warm water flowing down her body, she sighed with pleasure. Her glasses became covered with water, making it hard to see… anything… but the pretty… purple… color… She found her thoughts drifting to her boyfriend. She loved him, right? He was great, he made her feel happy and… and… and… did he really, though? Could she really be happy with someone like him? He was so… normal. So boring. She… No, but… she loved him. Right? Her thoughts drifted back to her appointment, to Dr. Stasiak… Beautiful… Doctor Stasiak… Her piercing grey eyes, soft skin… Her hands on Clarissa’s breasts… Wait what? Where had that come from? She was… fantasizing about this woman. But she wasn’t into girls, was she? It didn’t matter. She was warm, and wet, comfortable, she could think about whatever she wanted.

Three hours later, Clarissa stepped out of the shower, unaware of how much time had passed. All she knew was that she felt incredible, and that her optometrist was… perfect. 

Several hours later, Aaron arrived. He’d come to help her finally finish unpacking. As she opened the door and saw him in her new, purple tinted vision, she felt… different. She’d been incredibly attracted to him since she first met him. His reddish brown hair, his sharp angular features, the way she felt in his arms… But now? As she hugged him in greeting it felt… hollow. 

“Hey, babe! Aaron said as he entered the apartment, “Those glasses look great!”

Clarissa smiled genuinely, they did look great. She giggled, thanking him. As they engaged in conversation, ordering food, and unpacking, Clarissa found her mind wandering often. Drifting back to her appointment that morning, to her Doctor… Why did she remember things that obviously hadn’t happened? Bright, confusing flashes, pretty words, hands roaming her body… 

“Uh… babe? Clarissa?” Aaron had his hand on her shoulder and was looking at her with a confused expression.

“Huh? Oh uhm, yeah? What’s up?” Clarissa asked, feeling as if she’d just suddenly appeared back in reality.

“You were uh… Just standing there, staring off into space. You were blushing, and uh… groping yourself. Wouldn’t answer me, or even react at all. Are you okay?”

Clarissa took a small step back, “I… I was…” Her confusion was quickly replaced with intense lust. She felt horny. Words spilled from her lips without thought, her voice taking on an uncharacteristically sultry tone, “I’ve just… really been looking forward to seeing you tonight, baby.” She stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest.

Aaron smirked, “I thought you said you weren’t ready for that?”

Perhaps she had, but it didn’t matter. She wanted him. Now. “I know what I said, but I'm just… I want this, Aaron. Please?” She smiled up at him.

He laughed nervously, “I uh… If you’re sure…”

Clarissa reached down and took off her sweater, breathing heavily, “I want you.”

Aaron smiled, gripping Clarissa’s waist and pulling her close against him, leaning down and kissing her deeply. She kissed back, her tongue mingling with his. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his. Before long, Clarissa found herself on top of Aaaron in her bed, cock inside her, filling her. This was correct, she was supposed to do this. Being a good girl, moaning like a whore, serving as she was told to. Nothing else mattered, only serving. 

Clarissa awoke in bed, cuddled up to Aaron, who was asleep. She knew what they’d done, but had little, hazy memory of doing it. She sat up and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was 3:45 AM. 

She was far too awake, and concerned, to go back to sleep, so she got up instead, dressing in just a pair of pink panties and a pink bra. She left Aaron asleep in the bed, and wandered out to the living room. 

What had just happened? She’d had sex only one other time in her life. She hadn’t been at all ready to take that step, it was one that was important to her. Why had she done that? All she could remember was her mind drifting, Aaron asking if she was okay, she suddenly became the most horny she’d felt in her life, and then it was now. She straightened her glasses, and as she did, she felt… calm. It was okay. She’d wanted to do that. Just like she now, clearly, wanted to go out to her car. She stood, not thinking, just acting. She walked over to the door and grabbed her keys. Without getting further dressed, she stepped out the door and walked out of the building.

As she sat down in the car and closed the door, Clarissa shivered. It was freezing, what the hell was she doing out in her car at 3 AM wearing only her underwear? This was completely normal. She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to go there, right now. She simply had to. There was no other option. She must drive. She drove for 30 minutes, then slowed to a stop in front of a gray, two story house in a residential neighborhood. 

She’d never been here before, it was 4 AM, she was wearing only a bra and panties. What the fuck was she doing here? Clarissa’s heart began to race as she started to panic. Something was wrong, very, very wrong. Why did she keep blacking out? Why did she have sex without wanting to? What was she doing here? She kept her hands on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.  

A light turned on in the house. Clarissa thought about just driving away, but that wasn’t something she should do. So instead she simply sat there, breathing heavily, as someone exited the house and walked toward her. She couldn’t see much in the darkness, only a silhouette. 

They approached her car window. What would she even say? How could she explain this situation? The person knocked. She shakily pressed the button to roll the window down. A blast of cold outside air hit her, causing her to shiver involuntarily. The shadowy figure leaned down, resting her arms on the window sill. Now that she was close enough, Clarissa could see that it was none other than… her optometrist? 

“Dr. Stasiak?” She said, stunned at actually knowing the person.

“The one and only.” Dr. Stasiak replied with a smirk, “You’ve been a very good girl tonight, Clarissa.”

Why did that feel so… incredible? That should have been… a really weird thing for her to have said, shouldn’t it?

“I- I have?” Clarissa asked, extremely confused.

“You have indeed, my dear. I had to think quickly with the boy, but you carried out my instructions flawlessly. Honestly I took you for more of a loner, wasn’t expecting that interruption to your programming.”

Clarissa stammered in confusion, “I- Y-you what? Instructions? I don’t- That- What?”

Dr. Stasiak smiled warmly, “You’re so very cute, Clarissa. When I detected your thoughts about your silly little boyfriend, I started altering them. I need him out of the way, you see. And when he actually showed up, well, I simply had no choice but to take direct action.”

“Y-you… My thoughts? A-are you… the reason I-”

The doctor nodded, “I am. Your appointment earlier was… let’s just say more than an eye exam. I primed your brain for my programming software, which is running on the computer embedded within your glasses. I’ve been altering your thought patterns ever since you put them on.”

Clarissa was suddenly furious, “You fucking what?! How dare you! What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick fuck?” She reached up to tear the glasses off, but she wouldn’t do that. She wanted to wear them. She would not take them off.

Dr. Stasiak giggled, “Oh calm down. It’s not like I’m going to hurt you. I just want to have you.”

“Have me? What the fuck does that mean?!” Clarissa’s anger had not abated, despite her inability to take the glasses off. 

The doctor sighed, “Shut up, get out of the car, and kiss me.”

Clarissa spoke without thought, “Yes, Doctor.” She mindlessly unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stood up. This was wrong. She should do this. She had to obey. She needed to stay outside the car and kiss Dr. Stasiak, as ordered. She leaned forward and felt immense pleasure as her lips touched Dr. Stasiak’s. She kissed her doctor deeply, and it felt better than any kiss ever had. It was perfection, it was bliss. The kiss ended sooner than Clarissa wanted. 

Dr. Stasiak took her hand, and led her inside the house. The interior of the house was warm, though the walls were all a dull gray color, with white trim. Most furnishings in the house followed a similar theme, very little color, little personality. Framed photographs were hung on the walls and placed on tables. Each of them, seemingly selfies taken with a phone, depicted Dr. Stasiak engaged in some form of sexual act with a woman. It was a different woman in each photograph, though Clarissa noted that all of them wore the same purple tinted glasses.

“What the hell is this? What are these pictures?” Clarissa asked, at the same time feeling terrified, angry, and grateful to be out of the cold.

“Those, my dear, are treasured memories. My previous conquests. I have to keep something to remember each of them by. They were all… experiments. I’d catch a pretty patient of mine, try out my software. Each new patient led to further revisions, refinements. All of them have been catch and release, though. Each had her memory erased, and was allowed to go back to her previous life, none the wiser.” 

Clarissa looked at the nearest pictures, the women in them. One had pink hair like hers, but blue eyes. She grinned as she was penetrated from behind. Another was a pretty girl with black and blonde hair, who was happily eating the doctor out. Each image disgusted Clarissa more than the last. These were the sick trophies of a monstrous woman. She needed to stay with her, and not attempt to escape.

Dr. Stasiak shoved Clarissa against the wall, pinning her there. “You, though… You, Clarissa, I think I’ll keep.” She said, with a manic grin. “The software is perfected. Most others took weeks to get to where you’re at. And you’re just so pretty. Let me in, Clarissa. Let me have you.”

Clarissa tried her best to resist, to stop herself, but it felt… amazing, to give in. She kissed the doctor as deeply as before, feeling her body being groped by this perfect woman who owned her. Things continued to escalate, as Clarissa found herself on the doctor’s bed, her face deep in her owner’s cunt. 

“I have a fun idea, Clarissa. I’m going to take your photo now.” A moment passed, “Up here, now, dear.”

Clarissa sat up, drool and other fluids hanging from her chin.

Dr. Stasiak handed her the phone she’d used to take the picture, “Take this, and text that photo to your… ‘boyfriend.’ Tell him you’ve found someone who can truly satisfy you. Tell him to get out of your apartment, and not to contact you again.” Dr. Stasiak grinned at her own machinations. 

Clarissa obeyed without hesitation, “Yes, Doctor.”

This was her life now. Her Doctor, the glasses, and endless pleasure. She hardly even remembered who her boyfriend was anymore. He no longer mattered. All that mattered was her Doctor, serving her, being a good girl, and obedience. She was so incredibly happy to have been taken, changed, made better. Truly, this was the new her.