The instant Evie woke up she was possessed by an urge to look in the mirror. She was naked. She got out of bed, turned on the light and walked over to the vanity and faced herself full on. For a moment she just stood there, nude, breathing. She had the odd feeling of waiting for something to be explained to her.

"You've been brainwashed," Evie told herself.

Hearing it Evie knew she was telling the truth. Besides it was a bit unexpected, she noticed the thing didn't make her feel any particular way. Mildly grateful it was over with, maybe, whatever it was. Which proved the deal, if you thought about it: she'd be upset about being brainwashed if she hadn't actually been brainwashed. She guessed she'd have been upset. If she didn't care that meant her will must already be gone.

Nothing like this had ever happened to her. How was it supposed to work? She'd never even believed brainwashing was real. Was she going to turn into like a robot? Evie wondered if there was some kind of programming that was going to kick in, or if she'd know it when it did. Her eyes drifted down to her tits—had she been used to calling them tits before, or was that new?—and down to her dark, untrimmed bush. It made her self-conscious seeing it full on like this. She waited to see if she'd get an urge to shave.

Evie watched as her hand passed over the wiry thatch and hid between her thighs, and she noticed she was wet, and then she had a finger inside her, and another. She imagined them a cock, a big one, that she was riding, and it was dancing her any which way it pleased, filling her and dancing her around like a puppet. You were made for this, she told her writhing double. Silly to think about shaving. They didn’t need her shaved. They just needed her wet and empty.

The light flickered, and in the mirror she saw a woman, clothed, framed in the open door. Short blonde hair, dark slacks and a t-shirt. She hadn't known there was anyone in the house. She didn't know the woman. They locked eyes and Evie licked her lips and her hips kept dancing around her hot slick fingers, and she let them. She had to, she couldn't have helped herself. This was just who she was now.

Her nipples tightened. She'd never been that into girls before but it didn't matter. She needed to be in someone's control. Her whole body ached for it.

Evie's fingers drew a lewd moan out of her, and she blushed and bit her lip. She wasn't embarrassed, but she didn't want the woman to think she was being fresh. "I'm a brainwashed whore," Evie told her apologetically.

Evie had certainly never called herself a whore before, not in earnest. That was gonna change though. How had she ever thought of herself as anything but? She whispered it, exaggerating the word, loving the shape it gave her lips. Whore. She wanted to kiss her own mouth.

The woman made a sort of a growl and strode into the room. In two steps she was looming behind Evie with her hand caught around the whore's throat. It tightened, and Evie gasped and collapsed back into the woman, pleading command me command me in her head till surrender took her and she blacked out.