Tyra fanned herself idly as she read through the latest manga that Sam had bought her, or loaned to her... the girl was not too clear about that. Her bedroom window was busted again, broke the latch climbing out just like last time. Her parents were the overprotective sort and then some, not letting her out of the house after eight for almost any reason and expecting a girl to study when in her room alone. It should be clear to them by now that she is almost 20 and between semesters, so she should be out partying with her friends not flicking through a shallow romantic comedy about two cowards too weak to admit their feelings to one another... oh, who was she kidding? Tyra was bad at lying to herself, she would be too nervous and uptight to party hard and is far too cowardly to admit her own feelings.

The girl had been on the same page for a while, wondering to herself privately whether her crush would even remember her name. Such a dumb line of thought, she soon reminded herself, thinking that she would grow out of such a crush in time once she settles into college life more firmly and makes more friends.

Growing up in a dead end town and having attended an all girls school up until starting college, Tyra knew absolutely no boys. Despite this, she considered herself firmly straight, if not for preference then for her vaguely religious upbringing. Not that she had anything against homosexuality nor did she believe in any higher power, the girl just never looked at her own sex that way, never had any crushes throughout her school life.

That all changed, when she started college. Her first week was a depressing experience, being the only person to her knowledge that stayed in the hometown and had to commute to college in the closest city. Her parents would not let her move away, due to financial reasons, even when Sam and Rachel announced they would be moving. After that, she closed herself away in her room through freshers week and only came out when she absolutely needed to, the FOMO of the situation feeling far too real and eating away at her. As a going away gift, Sam gave her some older games and manga she no longer wanted, while Rachel promised to make a steam account and start playing online with her and Sam despite knowing next to nothing about 'the digital space' as she called it.

After a month, keeping in touch while they were all so busy with studies became difficult, which was made even worse when their schedules inside the college never seemed to line up well. Tyra barely ever got to see or talk to her best friends, who were in essence, her only friends.

One particular night, Tyra actually found herself becoming invested in a series that Sam had given to her, reading through all of the books in a single night while she played through her sister's vinyl collection. Manga and Jazz was a peculiar mix, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Only a few pages away from the story's conclusion, she began to wonder how the hell they were going to tie things up with so little length left to do so. Once she reached the end, the girl realised her mistake. Sam had never told her that the series was complete, Tyra turned to the last page and read the three words in the bottom right.

"To... be continued... in the final climactic volume?" She sighed. "Releases this fall."

Tyra groaned, feeling cucked by a comic book.

This fall, huh? Well then, the book would definitely be out by now, she mused. There is only one shop in this town that would sell manga, while Tyra has never stepped foot in it herself Sam would always rave about the place like a starstruck teenager. The boredom starting to seep in already, Tyra decided to throw on her jacket and head downstairs scooping up her bag and shooting through the front door before her parents could ask where she was off to.

"Oh fuck it's raining!" Instant regret. Shame and indignation. Tyra hated the rain, or at least being in it, for it took the natural curls right out of her hair and without those curls, she looked painfully average... or at least, she felt as much. She was more of a girl than Sam or Rachel, a punk gamer and headstrong athlete, but she hated that about herself... all that made her stand out by comparison was that she was... what? More vanilla? A decent education away from being your stereotypical blonde bimbo?

By the time the moping 19 year old reached the olive painted building, which featured cute birch-wood sign that read 'Bookaholics', she was drenched under her thin... definitely not waterproof jacket. She was cold, but determined, if they did not have the book in the store the girl resolved herself to ask for an order. She would not buckle and resort to Amazon.com, which she knew hurt places like this.

A bell attached to the door frame chimed soothingly as Tyra felt respite from the cold and the outside showers. It was warm, but not uncomfortably so like her bedroom had been. The warmth was inviting, calming like a cosy bookstore should be... and what a bookstore this was! The sign and building was certainly unassuming, but inside the depth of the place went about twice as far as she had expected and there was not a gap in sight, which meant they had a lot of restocks or got basically no business... in a town like this, the latter is more likely but then how have they stayed afloat with such a large space to pay rent for? Unanswered questions swam around the shivering girl's rattled mind for a while, before she remembered why she came in the first place.

Tyra took a couple of steps towards the sign reading 'Manga and Graphic Novels' before being stopped in her tracks by a soft voice.

"Oh, excuse me." It said coolly, causing Tyra to turn on the spot and face the small kiosk where a handsome young man sat, his eyes fluttering as they traced Tyra's form quickly. She started to blush, realising he was looking her over. The boy was androgynous and if not for his smart clothing, flat chest and short hair, she could have mistook his fair features for femininity. "You are dripping water everywhere, sorry but would you mind leaving your jacket on the hooks by the entrance? Can't have you accidentally wetting the books, now, hehe." His smile disarmed her and her face flushed more, now realising why he was really looking her over. She was trailing in water!

Bashfully, Tyra retraced her steps to the door and hung up her jacket, giving the clerk an awkward, shy glance which he returned heartily. He seemed nice and looked like he was only in his early twenties, not much older than Tyra herself. He sat with one leg crossed over his knee, wearing a smart floral shirt and burgundy pants with golden trim. It was a little strange, his outfit, but definitely required confidence to pull off. Noticing that she was admiring him, the man ran a hand through his dark hair and grinned. "Umm, y'know you're supposed to browse the books not the employees right? I'm flattered, you're so wet already."

"--aah uhm, I... w-wha-"

"That was in poor taste, forgive me. Yeesh I'm gonna get fired if I get caught using lines like that, forget I said anything?"

Tyra simply pursed her lips inwards and nodded shyly, quickly heading towards the section she had spotted earlier. Faced with a wall of manga, though not a huge one, Tyra felt her moderately damp chest and was surprised to find that her heartbeat was quite irregular. That was her first proper interaction with a guy close to her age and it was a strange one at that. He had a soft voice, but the words were a little crude, the way he looked at Tyra made her feel strange. Was... was he attempting to flirt? What a flimsy and terrible way to go about it, he'll never impress girls like that! The girl raises a hand to her mouth and muffles an amused giggle, barely paying attention to the shelf in front of her.

"You good? Not coughing on the books I hope?" The clerk said drily from behind her, causing Tyra to give a startled jump and turn around quickly, backing up into the wall of manga behind her. With one arm, which extended over Tyra's shoulder, the clerk leaned on the shelf while his other arm held what appeared to be an expensive looking fountain pen.

"H-hey! Can I help you?" The girl retracted into herself, having your personal space intruded upon can do that.

"No, silly, you're the customer. That's my line. Hey I just had a radical idea, I should give you my number, y'know... in case you want to ask about what we have in and skip the rain?"

"I... sure." Tyra decides to just go along with it, despite feeling a little bit annoyed by this point.

The man smiles and raises his pen to Tyra's hand, quickly writing something onto it.

"Hey wait I didn't say you c-" Tyra pulls back her hand and takes a look at the ink on the back of it, her brow burrowing in confusion. Instead of a number being written there, the black ink reads 'Just go along with it.'

What... what does that even mean?

Just go along with it.

Tyra found herself suddenly unable to care what exactly the phrase meant or why he had written it in place of a phone number, instead just wanting to get this awkward interaction over with.

"I should uh, get back to browsing then..."

"Oh, sure, go ahead."

After a short, suspicious squint directed at the clerk, she turned around and began to comb over the shelves of manga methodically, as for some reason the series were not placed in alphabetical order... almost like it was designed to take more time...

As she searched through the books, she felt a hand from behind start to peel up her wet T-shirt, leaving the skin on her lower back exposed to the nice conditioned air. The hand let go of the shirt leaving it slightly bunched, half way up her back and sticking to it from the moisture. A fingertip caressed the bare lower back, before retreating. Tyra paid it no mind, just going along with it subconsciously as she got irritated at the organisation on the shelf.

Soon afterwards, she felt the fountain pen's pointed tip press into the skin on her back and begin to write, the ink seeping into her moist flesh and once again changing something within her.

Tyra realised that she had a huge crush on the guy who worked at Bookaholics, that she was going to masturbate to him that night and become a regular at the store he works at just to see him.

The girl turned on her heels, her face beet red. If only he could see her wavy hair, not this soggy mop.

If only she could become his girlfriend...

The girl found herself blushing from ear to ear in her fusty bedroom. No matter what she tried, or how much of Sam's shitty manga she tried to distract herself with, thoughts of that clerk at the Bookaholics book store would not leave her love-struck brain.

It seemed only natural to her that the first guy her age she came across would carry a certain allure to him, but she never expected to be crushing quite this hard. The more she thought about it the less sense it made, yet the more she thought about his eyes, his smile... the more distracted she became. She thought to herself rather oddly, that she should not worry too much about the strangeness of the situation, not try to hold back what she was feeling.

She should just go along with it.

Tyra relaxed, calming down one breath at a time and checking her email. Still no messages from either of her best friends, making her heart sink a little. It's understandable that she would be lonely, right? Would... would it be such a stupid idea to trek to that bookstore just to see if the same guy is working there? If that's what she wants to do, she should just go along with it. Maybe this time, the weather would be more kind and she could actually buy some books while she was there.

With no time to waste, Tyra picked up her jacket and bag, sliding some socks on and heading down into the hall. "I'm going out again, just an hour or so!" Tyra had to announce her leaving this time, as she was yelled at for just taking off suddenly before.

Without waiting for a response she pulled on her loafers and headed out into the breezy but dry open air. The walk, like every one she had ever taken in this town to her memory, was an uneventful one made bearable by the music pulsing through her cheap earphones.

The unassuming shop's bell chimed once again and Tyra stepped into another empty scene. How did this place still exist, given its obvious lack of significant income from everyday sales. Perhaps, Tyra's racing young mind began, the place was some sort of shady front for a nefarious secret business. The truth is usually always stranger than fiction, she thought, her little conspiracies were probably too simple.

"Hey there, back again so soon?" Tyra's heart fluttered. "We don't have any new stock, mind, but I'm a new me." He winked, showing off his nails which had been painted baby blue since last she encountered him. She felt a little strange at the sight, it definitely seemed like a very girly thing to do, painting your nails... especially with such slim and pretty fingers, but who was she to judge? Tyra considered herself open minded, believing people should express themselves however they wish, but she did start to wonder about his sexuality... it was a natural thought occurring to her after a simple deduction. While she did not claim to be an expert on the opposite sex, she did know that a cisgendered straight guy who paints their nails is a rarity at the very least. Well, he did seem to be flirting with her and as she already agreed on, she was accepting of all forms of personal expression and identity, so she decided to just go along with it. Her cheeks were flushed and it seemed to her that her heart skipped every other beat, he was showing off to her... meaning he wanted to impress her... meaning he wanted her.

Or maybe... yeah, maybe that was assuming far too much. What was so special about Tyra after all, he was likely just messing with her out of boredom, this place did seem awfully lonely after all.

"They're nice..." She finally said, her voice nearly cracking. "Almost as good as mine." She tried to seem smug and return the banter, flashing her own pink nails which were unpainted.

"Well they say you can't beat mother nature, but I'm not so sure, I think a lick of red would do you some good on those digits of yours. Why don't you come over here? I have just the colour!"

Tyra gulped, she was being invited over by her crush, offering to paint her nails. He wanted her to be pretty... the thought made her cheeks burn as she slowly walked around the desk and sat on the spare chair that was conveniently by the clerk's side. "I-I dunno, I'm not really... the type y'know? Plus my parents might flip..."

"A young woman still letting her life be dictated by her parents? C'mon, girl, you'll go along with it won't you?"

Feeling like something had just clicked into place inside of her, Tyra swallows her apprehension and nods, scooting closer to the object of her desires and holding out a hand, fingers hanging down limply to be enhanced by this stranger.

Soft hands enveloped hers, setting her nerves at ease. She smelled the air between them and was surprised to find that the person before her carried the scent of peaches, almost as if they, if he were wearing perfume...

"You nervous? Don't be such a prude haha! What's your name?" The clerk began to apply the base coat of nail polish to the nail on Tyra's thumb, moving so expertly as though they had done this thousands of times.

"Uhm..." Tyra felt like she was going to break out into a heavy sweat, her strange crush was now asking her name? Was it possible that her girlish fantasies were actually going to become reality? It certainly felt like the air in the room had risen a couple degrees. "I-It's Tyrabelle, a stupid name just uh call me Tyra everybody else does, like Tyra banks?"

The clerk chuckles, or did he giggle? "I think it's a cute name, very fitting for a girl like you wouldn't you say?"

Not sure how to react to this, she just goes along with it and nods.

"Mhm, all cute and mine. Right?" The words were said as a simple matter of fact.

Tyra had been too distracted by the conversation that she had somehow not noticed when her crush started to trace across her finger from the forgotten nail, painting a thin red line across to the centre of her hand and writing something there. She stared at the word. It simply read 'Mine'. 

Tyra blinked once, then a second time, by the time her third was over the word seemed to have disappeared from her hand without a trace... no that was wrong too, it just moved somewhere else, into her mind? No. Her soul?

"Right..." She murmured half consciously, still looking down at the back of her hand.

"You're mine?" He asked again, almost sounding surprised.

"Yeah, I'm yours." Tyra was still fully red in the face, yet felt a sort of calm contentment washed over her now that she knew her place. "I... sort of have a crush on you." She just blurted absentmindedly, raising her free hand to cover her traitorous loose lips.

"I know I know. Wow, so the lady wasn't so crazy after all." The clerk placed the nail polish to one side and ran a hand through Tyra's wavy blonde hair, which she barely even reacted to. If she was this person's possession, why should she be fazed by this sort of thing? She still just went along with it like a good girl. "Blisscorp really are a scary bunch, huh? Their child company set up its factory in this town and started flooding the place with their energy drink products, but to think that they'd be using mind altering chemicals so liberally and recklessly. Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth, though? When I have a cutie like you all to myself, I can just be grateful to the woman who sold me this stuff, heh it wasn't even expensive I mean I thought it was a hoax until I tried it. You wanna see what I wrote, pet?"

"...pet?" Tyra quivered, feeling like she should be disagreeing but trying to figure out why.

"Yes, you're my pet. Answer the question, pet."

"Ohh, okay? Uh, right, yes please."

"Good girl." The clerk ruffled Tyra's hair and she felt... happy? Her crush was praising her, her owner was praising her.

"Here, this is the first thing I wrote, to test if the chemical worked." He held out his arm and used the swiftly extracted fountain pen to write a word on the forearm, likely in the spot it had been initially written to make this a faithful reenactment.

The word read 'Girl'.

"I felt it start to work almost immediately, not just changing me mentally... I was already pretty much there, but the chemical starting to rewrite my cells, my DNA... or something like that, I'm not a scientist hehe. It's not as fast as the purely mental ones, so I've noticed a gradual transformation. I finally have a pussy, do you want to taste it?"

Tyra felt confused. Her crush was a girl? That could not be possible, she thought, after all wasn't she straight? She was in an all girls school, never had a sexual thought about another girl even in the gym class changing room... but now, the idea of tasting this girl's pussy was an oddly appealing one. She had tasted her own once, the flavour poisoned by guilt and embarrassment as she numbly licked her fingers clean. This time, though, she need not feel shame. Maybe, maybe she was a straight girl with just a small amount of... curiosity?

Still though, Tyra found herself unable to yield to temptation, she had principles and preconceptions that were not so easily shattered.

"What's wrong, you're not saying anything?" The clerk asked with a smirk, licking her luscious lips. "Don't tell me you think you're straight?"

Sensing Tyra's inner turmoil and really hitting the nail on the head was enough to give the girl a burst of retaliation, even to her crush and her owner. "I am straight!" She protested, her voice only wavering subtly.

"Then why are you attracted to me, a girl? You're positively head over heels for me right?"

"Th-that's because... you're, you were a guy. I like guys."

"You're wrong." The shopkeeper replied with a winning grin, still petting Tyra softly. "I was never a guy, nature just didn't realise. Just like with the pretty nails, mother nature isn't right all of the time y'know?"

"...well, yeah but... but..."

"But what, dear?" The clerk looked more curvaceous and feminine than ever, more beautiful and stunning, her hips had Tyra salivating almost as much as her filling chest did. "You need me to tell you that you're gay?"

"I... what? That's... what? I think I'm-"

"Confused? Yeah, I can see that!" The clerk's fingers tugged at Tyra's shirt until a button popped and her chest spilled out, held firm by a pink bra which was soon pulled down also, to sit just below the girl's exposed breasts. "Let me help clear it up for you some~"

The clerk leaned forwards and planted her velvety, warm lips against her pet's. Tyra felt something trace over her breast during the kiss, tingling against her skin and making her giggle with bliss. Her owner had written something on her skin again, something that began to define her and kill the inhibitions which still lingered.

The words read 'Lesbian Slut'