Tonight was going to be her first time out in public.
He’d been preparing her for months, helping her go a little deeper each time, helping her stay there a little longer each time.
She’d gradually aclimatised to her new state, learning how to act and respond completely automatically. Her urge to think was long gone. Her resistance to her conversion a distant memory that he’d successfully erased.
Tonight was going to be her first time out in public.
It was a test, of sorts. He’d deliberately dressed her to be on display, to turn heads her way. He wanted everyone who saw her to see her not as a person, but as an object. An object to be used for pleasure through to the small hours.
He wanted to see how complete his hold over her mind had become. Could she stay in her new state through the entire evening, whilst being as far out of her comfort zone as the old her had ever been?
Tonight was going to be her first time out in public.
And, if she passed this test, yesterday would be the last time the old her was ever out again.