With a heartfelt groan, Victoria carelessly dumped her coat and bag in the hallway and plodded into the living room.

Samantha was already home, reclining on the couch and reading a book. She looked up eagerly at the sound of her girlfriend’s entrance, but her smile quickly faded. “Hey, sweetie... what’s up?”

“Rough day,” Victoria mumbled, as she sprawled across the couch, resting her head in her partner’s lap.

Putting her book aside, Samantha laid one hand on Victoria’s shoulder and the other on the top of her head. “D’you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” she answered with a grimace. “Nothing specific to talk about, to be honest. Just lots of little stressful moments - lots of things that went slightly wrong until I wanted to rip my hair out of my scalp.”

“Vivid!” Samantha ran her fingers through Victoria’s long blonde hair, making her shiver. “What can I do to cheer you up?”

Victoria gazed up at her girlfriend’s face, feeling a little better at the sight of the adoration and sympathy in her eyes.

“What would really cheer me up is...” she began, then stopped and started over. “If I want anything at all...”

Samantha arched an eyebrow. “Yes?” she prompted, the corners of her mouth twitching.

“Can... can I be Vicky?” Victoria asked plaintively. “Can I just be Vicky, and forget how shit today was?”

Samantha giggled a little, making her belly rumble against Victoria’s head. “So, you want me to take care of you by making you take care of me?”

“Well, that’s what I like,” Victoria grinned. “Serving you is infinitely better than serving the general public...”

“I should hope so!”

The caresses in Victoria’s hair were starting to make her feel drowsy. She vaguely wondered if this was intentional - if this was how Samantha was going to put her into trance. She did try some ‘sneak attack’ inductions from time to time, which usually worked...

“You seem to want to spend more and more time in ‘slave mode’ lately,” Samantha commented.

Victoria smiled dazedly up at her. “Yeah... I mean, I love it - it makes me happy...”

“Oh, I’m not complaining! I just don’t want you to completely lose your grip on reality. As much as I love Vicky, I love Victoria too...”

“Won’t lose m’grip,” Victoria mumbled, her eyelids drooping. She slowly rolled onto her side, turning her head to face forwards rather than straight up.

“Well... you can for tonight,” she heard Samantha say. “You can let go of all your concerns and all your stress. You can leave all that behind with Victoria as she disappears for a while - as you become my pet, my bimbo, my slave - my Vicky...”

“Mmmm,” Victoria purred delightedly, her eyes shut now.

“Just find that still place again, where your mind slows to a stop...”

Samantha’s hand glided out from amidst Victoria’s hair, and two fingertips met the point between Victoria’s eyebrows, starting to stroke in a line up her forehead. Victoria’s eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a soft, delighted moan.

“You can feel yourself sinking into that dark void now, getting lost in its depths... Drifting down, down, down...”

A tiny smile appeared on Victoria’s mouth. She knew that when she came back out of the void, she’d be leaving bits of herself behind. Her tough attitude, her snark, her force of will... Not to mention, most of her name...

***

Sure enough, the next time she woke up, she was Vicky. The dark clouds in her mind had been blown away, replaced by bright pink bubblegum. The tightness in her chest had loosened - perhaps because her black turtleneck and bra had been removed and slung carelessly aside (though she didn’t know if she’d done that herself, or Samantha had). She gradually realised that her pants and panties had been taken off too, and that she was kneeling on the carpet with one hand slowly rubbing her tender pussy. As her awareness returned more and more every second, it occurred to her that she was wearing a wide, fixed smile, and that her panties were held between her teeth, hanging down over her chin.

More of her surroundings were becoming apparent to her - it was as if she’d been blind when she’d woken up, but her sight was slowly returning. Except it was her mind that was blind at first, not her eyes... She grunted with laughter through her makeshift gag. It was then that she saw her Mistress sitting on the couch directly in front of her. Samantha had removed her pants, but still wore her fluffy white sweater, as well as a cute pair of red panties. She sat forward in her seat and reached out, gently plucking Vicky’s pink panties from her mouth. “Do you feel happier now, sweetie?” she asked.

Vicky giggled, confused. “Happier? Was I sad, Mistress?”

Samantha smiled warmly. “Victoria was. She asked me to turn her into you...”

Oh, that made sense! Vicky pouted. “Poor Victoria. I don’t know what was making her sad, but I know I’m happy - and since she’s me, that must mean she’s happy now too!” She gave her Mistress a big cheery smile to show her how happy she was.

Samantha seemed pleased. “Good girl. I’m really glad to hear it.” She sat back in her seat and lifted her foot, planting it on Vicky’s face. “Now, make me happy and worship my feet, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Vicky replied happily, her words slightly muffled by Samantha’s sole. She adjusted her face so that her eyes and mouth were less obstructed, and gave her girlfriend a look of deep gratitude. “Thank you, Mistress!” She put as much feeling into her voice as possible, so Samantha would know how much she appreciated this. Vicky might not remember what was upsetting her when she was Victoria, but she knew her Mistress had made her feel better - so, so much better - and she was profoundly grateful.

She loved her Mistress so much, and she was going to prove it.

Vicky got to work, sliding the tip of her tongue between Samantha’s small, perfect toes.