Gods, how do I even address this poor girl? “Hey, hey, I’ve got you hon. I’m here. I’m here.”

Camilla is a complete mess right now. Her usual kempt hair is out of its signature ponytail, and is messily strewn across her face, soaking her tears.

“Please… I-i wanna forget. I was so much happier.. just, make me yours. I wanna be yours. It’s so much easier… I don’t know if you did this to me… I don’t care..”

Wait, make her mine? That… is a strangely kinky way of putting it. And… To my recollection, I didn’t give her a thing for being owned or anything.

“Wait, sorry, make you mine? What do you mean by that?”

She sniffles, then flinches.

“I- I want you to make me forget who I was again. I wanna just be your unknowing girlfriend… I want you to just decide for me.”

She composes herself slightly, and breathes a little heavier

“Break me. I can’t stop thinking about you. Fantasizing about you. Wanting you.”

Whoa whoa whoa. I knew my commands were affecting her, but this much?

“Cammy, calm.”

She goes nearly slack.

“Nnmmh. God…”

“I meant it Heather.”

She said it with such, conviction, she really was determined.

“Whoa, whoa, Cam, where’s this coming from?”

She takes a deep breath.

“Before that day, I was bitter, I was homophobic, and I was petty. This has shown me that I can be more than that, that I can be happy, and that spite is learned behavior. Knowing who I was has caused intense internal conflict. Despite this, I would rather be happy than be the hateful person I was.”

I blink. That was… Shockingly elegant. She sits idly, waiting for a reply.

“That was… very well said, weren’t you just… sobbing?”

“I don’t know what to call it, but that phrase you used, the one I’m guessing you defined in the contract. It basically drained the panic and emotions I was expressing, so now I’m left composed. Also, Heather, did you forget I was an honors student?”

“Huh. Fair enough, I suppose. You never mentioned the lewd comment, though.”

“You know you restored all my memories, right? Including the ones of you changing me.”

I purse my lips, and chuckle, a tad.

“Whoops.”

She lets out a little laugh.

Gods, why am I so happy to hear her laugh again?

“I missed your laugh, Cam.”

She freezes. Then, she collapses onto my arms.

“I don’t deserve you, Heth. You treat me so damn well.”

The calculated woman who was just speaking disappeared, and the visage of a touch-starved baby-gay girl reemerged.

“I wanna stay like this. I don’t wanna have to feel like her again.”

Heather props me up, laying my chin on her shoulder, before losing herself in thought. I try not to let the silence invite the mental turmoil again. I know who I wanna be. I wanna be someone who doesn’t feel conflicted, and is happy. God, I’m pent up. I want her inside me so bad. I know that’s her magic, but goddamn would “it feel good to have my insides rearranged while just being a drooly pet”

“…fuck. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“You sure did, cutie~”

Ohgod I missed that mischievous smirk. I didn’t appreciate it before but hoooly fuck this is hot.

“Mmmmhv fuck you’re pretty.”

Well, there goes any moral quandaries for now~

I lean in real close to her ear and whisper “Leaky lover~”